All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Love Comes After Divorce : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“Devia! Wait!”The voice echoed through the hospital parking area as it began to empty. Devia stopped walking but didn’t turn around. Her heart trembled, yet her reason forced her to stay resolute. She knew that voice — the voice of the man who once could make her whole world stop with a single call.Argan hurried over in short steps. He was breathless, his shirt half rumpled. “We need to talk,” he said, pleading.Devia turned slowly, looking at him with a tired but firm gaze. “About what again, Argan? About Revania? About the lies you never wanted to see?”Argan swallowed hard; his eyes looked at Devia with guilt. “I know I was wrong. I know I was blind, Dev. But this time… I really need to know everything. Please.”Devia exhaled a long breath. “You only need to know now after everything has been destroyed?”Argan pressed his lips together, frustrated. “I just want to make amends. I want to fix—”“Fix?” Devia cut him off sharply. “Do you think my life is a broken thing you can repair

“Argan… please, listen to me—”Revania’s trembling voice echoed in the grand living room of the Dirgantara mansion. Her mascara was smeared, tears trailing down her pale cheeks as she clung to Argan’s arm. The sound of her sobbing filled the silence, sharp and suffocating.Argan stood stiff, eyes cold and distant. His jaw tightened as he pulled his hand away. “Enough, Revania. I don’t want to hear another word. You lied to me.”“I didn’t lie!” she cried out, falling to her knees before him. “That doctor must have made a mistake—maybe he used the wrong sample, or—”“Stop it!” Argan’s voice thundered. “Stop humiliating yourself and stop insulting my intelligence!”Revania’s mother quickly stepped forward, placing herself between the two. Her tone was smooth but firm, the kind that carried authority even in chaos.“Tuan Argantara,” she said, using the formal tone deliberately. “My daughter is pregnant and weak. No matter what the test says, you have no right to treat her this way. She is

"Devia, wait!"Argan’s voice exploded through the evening air, shattering the silence between rows of cold, towering apartment buildings. Devia stopped—not because she wanted to, but because her body froze with the weight of what she refused to face. Her breathing was shallow, as if even the air had grown too heavy to take in. Her face was a fragile mask of calm, holding back a storm.Argan hurried toward her. His expensive suit was wrinkled, the silk tie that was usually perfect now hanging loose around his neck. He stopped two steps away, as though Devia were a line he dared not cross. He looked at her back with a restlessness that bordered on anguish.“I need to talk to you, Devia. Please, just listen,” he pleaded, his voice hoarse.Devia turned slowly, revealing eyes sharp and red, as if she’d just won a battle against her own tears. “Talk about what, Argan? Isn’t everything clear already? You married Revania. What else is there to say?”Argan dragged a hand down his face, a rough

“Good morning, Mrs. Devia. Your ultrasound results look wonderful. The baby is healthy and developing very well.”The nurse’s gentle voice accompanied her as she handed over a single sheet of paper that suddenly felt sacred in Devia’s trembling hands.“Thank you,” Devia murmured softly, her voice calm though exhaustion lingered in her eyes. She took the paper carefully and walked toward the small garden beside the hospital. The midday air was warm, sunlight filtering through the frangipani leaves and scattering delicate, trembling shadows on the ground.Devia sat down on a wooden bench and stared at the ultrasound printout for a long time.On the small screen, the faint outline of a tiny form—her child—was barely visible, yet real enough to make her heart quiver.“My little one…” she whispered, voice trembling with quiet devotion. “Mama will protect you with everything she has… even if it means doing it without your father.”She pressed the paper tightly to her chest, as though afraid

“Devia?”Argan froze near the hospital parking lot, his eyes narrowing as he saw her walking beside Rama. The two of them looked... close. Rama was holding a paper bag, helping Devia steady herself while she adjusted her coat.Argan’s jaw tightened. His fists clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white.Rama bent slightly toward Devia. “Are you sure you’re okay? You shouldn’t walk too much after—”“I’m fine, Rama,” Devia replied softly.That tone — the tenderness, the calmness — stabbed Argan’s chest like a knife. Without thinking, he stormed toward them.“Fine?” Argan’s voice boomed, making both of them turn. “You look fine, huh? Walking around with another man like nothing happened?”Devia’s eyes widened. “Argan—”“What the hell are you doing with him?” he snarled, glaring at Rama. “Didn’t you have enough ruining one marriage? Now you’re going after another man?”Rama frowned and took a step forward. “Watch your words, Argan. You’re crossing the line.”Argan laughed bitterly. “C