Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ex-Husband's Love Comes After Divorce : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

“Argan… look at this,” Revania’s voice was soft but heavy with dramatization. Her eyes shimmered as she pulled a brown folder from her handbag.Argantara, just home from the office, set his jacket on a chair and sighed. “What now, Reva? I’m exhausted.”“It won’t take long.” Revania carefully opened the folder, as if handling something priceless. She pulled out several sheets of paper bearing a hospital’s letterhead. “These… are the results of my pregnancy checkup.”Argan froze. He turned quickly, eyes widening. “What?”Revania gave a faint smile and lowered her gaze. “I know… many don’t believe me. Even Devia accused me of lying. But I can’t keep this in anymore. I have to prove I’m not deceiving anyone. I’m really pregnant, Argan. And here’s the proof.”---Argan took the documents with trembling hands. The first page displayed the letterhead of a well-known hospital in Jakarta, signed by a doctor, with blood test results and notes on fetal development.“This… nine weeks?” Argan read

The late afternoon felt suffocating. Devia stood by the garden of the Dirgantara family home, her face tense as she waited for Argan. A gentle breeze swept through the trees, but her chest tightened. She knew this meeting would not be easy—but she had to speak.Argan appeared through the gate, his stride brisk, his expression icy. When his eyes landed on Devia, there was no warmth, no hint of longing—only a piercing glare full of rage.“Devia,” he called in a low, thunderous voice. “I cannot believe you’ve gone this far… accusing Revania of lying about her pregnancy.”Devia bit her lip, struggling to stay calm. “Argan, I’m not speaking carelessly. I have reasons—”“Reasons?!” Argan cut her off sharply, his voice rising. “What reason could possibly justify slandering a pregnant woman? What justification do you have for accusing her of a lie so cruel, so absurd?!”Devia lowered her gaze for a moment, then lifted it again, her eyes brimming with tears. “Because I know Revania isn’t since

“Excuse me, are you Devia Dirgantara?”A deep yet calm voice echoed in the elegant hotel café. Devia, who had been staring down into her coffee cup, lifted her head in mild surprise.A man stood before her—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a tailored gray suit that fit him perfectly. His face was strikingly handsome, his eyes sharp yet warm. He carried the air of someone accustomed to the world of high society.“Yes… I’m Devia,” she answered cautiously. “And you are…?”The man gave a small smile before politely gesturing and taking a seat across from her. “My name is Alex Gafe. You may have heard of my family.”Devia froze for a moment. Of course she had. The Gafe family was among the most prominent, known for their empire in real estate and investment.“What’s your reason for seeking me out, Mr. Alex?” Devia asked, her tone guarded.---Alex exhaled slowly, leaning forward slightly. “I know what you’ve been going through with the Dirgantara family… especially with Revania.”Devia’s

That evening, the Dirgantara family’s living room was filled with warmth. Mrs. Dirgantara sat comfortably in her armchair, surrounded by several relatives engaged in light conversation. Yet beneath the harmonious atmosphere, Revania entered with a sorrowful expression, as though burdened by a heavy weight she couldn’t put into words.“Reva, you look so pale. What’s wrong? Is your pregnancy all right?” one of Argan’s aunts asked with concern.Revania lowered her gaze with a faint smile. “I’m fine, Auntie. I just… don’t want to worry everyone. Sometimes I feel… too much pressure weighing on me.”Mrs. Dirgantara immediately patted her hand gently. “You must take care of yourself, dear. Especially now that you’re carrying our grandchild. Don’t trouble yourself with heavy thoughts.”Her words made Revania’s heart swell. She knew the family was falling deeper into the web of lies she had woven. Yet she didn’t stop there.---With a soft voice, as if by accident, Revania began to lay the gro

“DEVIA!”The sharp voice echoed through the grand living room of the Dirgantara family mansion. Mrs. Dirgantara stood tall in front of the sofa, her face flushed red with anger. On the other side, Revania sat weakly, her cheek still red from the slap, tears streaming down her face, making her look heartbreakingly pitiful.Devia stood in the doorway, clutching her handbag tightly. She hadn’t planned to come, but Argan had called her — saying they needed to “settle things properly.” Now she stood before the entire family, the target of every hateful, accusing stare.“How could you do something so cruel, Devia?” Mrs. Dirgantara’s voice shook with fury. “Slapping a pregnant woman? Have you completely lost your mind?”Devia drew a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “Ma’am, I didn’t mean to hurt her. I just—”“Enough!” the woman cut her off sharply. “I don’t want to hear any excuses. You’ve embarrassed this family long enough! And now you’ve gone as far as to harm the future mother of m