All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Love Comes After Divorce : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

That night, Revania’s apartment was cloaked in silence.Only half the lights were on, casting long shadows across the walls. Revania sat on a chair with her phone in hand, staring blankly at the glowing screen. Her gaze was empty, but her mind was spinning fast — full of cold, calculated thoughts.Argan’s words from earlier that day still echoed sharply in her head.“I’ll find out the truth, whether you like it or not.”That voice cut like a knife. Revania turned to the window, her reflection looking back — a beautiful face now twisted with stress and fear.“No… I won’t lose. Not now,” she whispered under her breath.She stood up, walked to the table, and pulled out a folder — the fake pregnancy report she’d once had made with the help of an old acquaintance. The stack of papers looked completely legitimate: hospital logos, doctor’s signatures, official stamps — flawless. But Argan was too smart to trust a few sheets of paper.Revania knew the only way to keep her lie alive was to man

“Argan… can you take me to the hospital today?”Revania’s soft voice trembled weakly through the phone that morning.Her tone was fragile, trembling — as if she could barely stand on her own feet.Argan, just finishing buttoning his shirt, paused and looked at his phone screen for a few seconds.“Can’t you go by yourself?” he asked flatly, but his hand already reached for his car keys.“I’m scared, Argan. I’ve been dizzy all night, and my stomach hurts. I’m worried about our baby,” she said, forcing a tiny sob.Our baby.The words stopped Argan in his tracks for a brief moment.He exhaled deeply. “Fine. I’ll pick you up in ten minutes.”A satisfied smile curled on Revania’s lips as she ended the call. She turned to the mirror, admiring her reflection. Her face looked perfectly healthy — no trace of illness. She applied a bit of lipstick and whispered to herself,“You’re still too easy to play with, Argan.”---A few minutes later, Argan’s car stopped in front of Revania’s house. The w

“Argan, don’t forget, okay? Tomorrow we’re having lunch at Mom’s house,”Revania leaned on his arm, flashing a sweet smile. “I want them to know their future grandchild is growing healthy.”Argan glanced at her, his face stiff. “Reva, are you sure you want to tell them now? I don’t think—”“Why not? Are you ashamed to admit it?” she interrupted gently, but her tone sliced like glass. “Or… are you afraid Devia will find out first?”He exhaled, rubbing his temple. “This isn’t about Devia. I just don’t want to cause a scene.”Revania smiled faintly, her eyes glimmering with triumph. “Scene or not, Argan, the world deserves to know who you truly chose.”She clasped his hand, staring deep into his eyes.“I’m not Devia — the woman who only knows how to cry and accuse. I’m the one who’ll give you an heir.”Argan fell silent. Her words struck something buried deep inside him — a wound that still refused to heal.---The next morning, the Dirgantara family home was buzzing with chatter.Revani

The atmosphere inside the Dirgantara residence was tense that evening.Argan sat in his study, staring at the folder containing Revania’s latest medical report.Everything looked perfect — too perfect.Nothing appeared out of place, yet something inside him refused to settle.“Why does it all look so… neat?” he muttered, flipping through the pages one by one.Something didn’t add up.The dates between the previous and the latest checkups were too close together, yet the baby’s development had somehow jumped ahead by weeks.Argan frowned, trying to recall what the doctor had said.At the first appointment, the pregnancy was six weeks along — but now the report said nine, even though only two weeks had passed.He rubbed his temple, exhaling deeply.“Maybe it’s just a clerical error,” he whispered, though the words rang hollow even to his own ears.A soft knock broke the silence.Revania entered, wearing a silk nightgown and carrying a cup of tea.“You’re still awake?” she asked gently.

The morning rain fell softly, coating Jakarta in a dull gray mist. Yet Devia’s heart felt heavier than the weather outside. She stood before her bedroom mirror, staring at her own reflection—pale, tired, but with a new kind of fire flickering behind her eyes.Her left hand rose to touch her stomach gently.“No matter what happens,” she whispered, “I’ll protect you. You don’t need to know who your father is. Just know that your mother will fight for you.”The phone on her desk buzzed. A message from Alex appeared:> “Devia, I’ve prepared all the cooperation documents you asked for. And… I’d like to talk after lunch today.”Devia stared at the screen for a long time before replying briefly:> “Alright. Thank you.”She knew Alex wasn’t just a colleague anymore. He had been there when everyone else turned their back on her—kind, patient, always steady. But her heart was too scarred, too guarded, and now, her pregnancy was a secret she couldn’t yet share.---Across the city, Revania stood