Regret After Wife Wants Divorced
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Chapter 7 Seven img
Chapter 8 Eight img
Chapter 9 Nine img
Chapter 10 Ten img
Chapter 11 Eleven img
Chapter 12 Twelve img
Chapter 13 Thirteen img
Chapter 14 Fourteen img
Chapter 15 Fifteen img
Chapter 16 Sixteen img
Chapter 17 Seventeen img
Chapter 18 Eighteen img
Chapter 19 Nineteen img
Chapter 20 Twenty img
Chapter 21 Twenty one img
Chapter 22 Twenty two img
Chapter 23 Twenty three img
Chapter 24 Twenty-four img
Chapter 25 Twenty five img
Chapter 26 Twenty-six img
Chapter 27 Twenty-seven img
Chapter 28 Twenty-eight img
Chapter 29 Twenty-nine img
Chapter 30 Thirty img
Chapter 31 Thirty one img
Chapter 32 Thirty-two img
Chapter 33 Thirty-three img
Chapter 34 Thirty-four img
Chapter 35 Thirty five img
Chapter 36 Thirty-six img
Chapter 37 Thirty-seven img
Chapter 38 Thirty-eight img
Chapter 39 Thirty-nine img
Chapter 40 Forty img
Chapter 41 Forty-one img
Chapter 42 Forty-two img
Chapter 43 Forty-three img
Chapter 44 Forty-four img
Chapter 45 Forty-five img
Chapter 46 Forty-six img
Chapter 47 Forty-seven img
Chapter 48 Forty-eight img
Chapter 49 Forty-nine img
Chapter 50 Fifty img
Chapter 51 Fifty-one img
Chapter 52 Fifty-two img
Chapter 53 Fifty-three img
Chapter 54 Fifty-four img
Chapter 55 Fifty-five img
Chapter 56 Fifty-six img
Chapter 57 Fifty-seven img
Chapter 58 Fifty-eight img
Chapter 59 Fifty-nine img
Chapter 60 Sixty img
Chapter 61 Sixty-one img
Chapter 62 Sixty two img
Chapter 63 Sixty-three img
Chapter 64 Sixty-four img
Chapter 65 Sixty five img
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Chapter 3 Three

"Good morning, Devan," Vania greeted calmly as she saw her husband step out of the bedroom.

She stood in the kitchen, a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. A faint smile rested on her lips-one so unfamiliar that Devandra stopped in his tracks. Gone was the tear-streaked, exhausted woman he was used to. This morning, Vania looked... relieved.

Devan frowned, sensing something was off.

"Why are you smiling like that? Something wrong with your days lately, Vania?"

Vania sat down at the dining table, gently setting her cup down before looking at him with eyes no longer filled with hope.

"Today is an important day, Dev. We're handling the divorce paperwork, right? I hope you won't go back on your word from last night."

Her words hit like a slap, jolting Devandra from the very nightmare he had created himself.

His heart pounded. He hadn't thought Vania would actually go through with it-certainly not this seriously.

He stood still, staring at the woman who had spent three years fighting to save their marriage. The same woman who had swallowed her pain in silence, over and over. And now she stood tall, fearless, and ready to let go.

"Why the sudden change?" he asked quietly, almost in disbelief.

"Six months into our marriage, I was the one who asked for a divorce... and you refused, desperately. But now? Why are you pushing me to end it?"

Vania gave a bitter smile.

"Because back then, I still loved you, Dev. But that love has been eroded over the years. What's left now is only the desire to be free."

Devandra held his breath. His emotions tangled inside him.

He should feel relieved-wasn't this what he wanted from the start?

So why did his chest suddenly feel... empty?

Was this what fear of loss felt like?

"Or maybe you're in such a rush to divorce because you can't wait to be touched by another man?" Devandra sneered, masking his panic behind cruel words.

Vania let out a small laugh, then stood up.

"That's no longer your concern, Devan. All I know is, I want this to end. I want to live my life in peace-without holding on to a man who never once saw my worth."

Devandra stared at her blankly. The stronger Vania looked, the more he was eaten alive by a fear he never expected-the fear of losing the only woman who ever truly loved him without condition.

"Why are you so quiet?" Vania's eyes narrowed.

"You're not going to lie again, are you?"

Devan inhaled sharply, then finally spoke.

"Fine. I'll handle the divorce paperwork. But... what about the Montgomerys? And the Luis family? Do you really think they'll accept this?"

Vania tilted her head calmly.

"Just tell them I'm barren. That I can't give the Montgomerys a child. Like it or not, they'll have to accept it."

Devandra closed his eyes, a wave of guilt crashing over him.

All this time, he had blamed Vania. But the truth was-he had never given her the chance to become a mother. He never even touched her.

"Vania..." he murmured, then looked her in the eyes.

"If what you want is a baby... then this morning, I'll give you one."

Before she could respond, Devandra grabbed her wrist and started dragging her toward the bedroom.

"Devan, let me go! What are you doing?!"

"I'm going to give you a baby, Vania! Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Not like this!" Vania struggled, trying to break free from his grip.

"I don't want a child born out of force, Devan! Please, stop acting insane!"

Devandra halted, frustration flooding his eyes.

"Why are you like this now, Vania?! Wasn't getting pregnant the one thing you cried about over and over?!"

Smack!

Vania's slap echoed through the room, cutting through the tension like a knife.

She stared at him, eyes brimming-not with longing, but with the weight of disappointment long left unspoken.

"Yes, I want to be a mother, Devan. But not like this. I'm not some doll to satisfy your ego."

She stepped back, her voice shaking with hurt.

"Wasn't it you who said it yesterday?" Vania's gaze was sharp and unflinching.

"That I should just find another man... instead of waiting around for a husband who doesn't even know his own worth."

            
            

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