Regret After Wife Wants Divorced
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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
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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
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Chapter 63 Sixty-three img
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Chapter 5 Five

"I can't just sit and watch Vania remain barren! The Montgomery family needs an heir so that the inheritance goes to Devandra!"

Mrs. Rika's voice exploded inside the luxurious car speeding toward her son's residence. Beside her sat a beautiful woman with wavy brown hair, wearing a maroon dress that hugged her slender figure. Lyra. Devandra's first love.

Mrs. Rika glanced at Lyra and said, "You are this family's only hope. I want Vania to realize her place and give it up for you."

Lyra smiled faintly. "If she doesn't want to step aside, I'll be the one to ask for Devandra's hand... officially, Madam."

When they arrived at the house, Vania opened the door after hearing the bell ring. Her brows furrowed the moment she saw who was standing there.

"Mrs. Rika? And... Lyra?"

Vania stood tall in the doorway. Her face was calm, though her heart knew-nothing good could come from these two women arriving together.

"We need to talk," said Mrs. Rika bluntly, stepping inside without permission. Lyra followed her in, confidently walking into the living room.

Vania held herself back, then shut the door and followed them.

"I've been patient enough with your infertility, Vania!" Mrs. Rika snapped without preamble. "I want you to let your husband marry Lyra. For this family. For the future of the Montgomery name."

Vania let out a bitter smile. "You don't have to worry about your infertile daughter-in-law, Mrs. Rika. You can simply ask your precious son, Devandra, to divorce his wife."

Lyra leaned back on the sofa, crossing her legs with a wide smile. "I'm only here to help, Van. Being a widow isn't easy. You can stay as Devandra's wife-if you're willing to share him with me."

"I don't want a life like that," Vania said sharply. "Rather than stay married to a man who doesn't love me, I'd rather be a divorcee and fight for my own happiness."

Mrs. Rika slammed the teacup the maid had just served onto the table. "You're just a barren woman who can't bear children! Why be selfish and ask for a divorce from Devandra? You should be grateful a man is even willing to accept your flaws!"

Vania looked her mother-in-law straight in the eyes, not with submission or fear this time-but with courage born from pain.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Rika. But I'd rather live as a divorcee... than live in hell with this family."

Lyra narrowed her eyes at Vania, as if evaluating her.

"You've got guts to talk like that," she murmured.

Vania rose from her seat, standing tall. "I've stayed silent for too long. If I keep holding on to this marriage, I'll only destroy myself."

Mrs. Rika let out a loud sigh. "Good. At least you know your place! Don't regret what you just said!"

"I'll never regret the decision I've made."

Suddenly, Lyra stood and faced Vania with a smug smile. "Are you really sure you want to divorce Devan?"

"Absolutely," Vania replied firmly. "As long as you two truly help me end this marriage."

Lyra chuckled lightly. "Oh, helping you divorce Devan? That's easy." She walked toward the front door and turned back with a sly grin. "By tonight, he'll be serving you the papers."

After they left, Vania sank into the sofa. Her eyes welled up-not with fear or doubt, but with resolve. Her tears were a symbol of strength-finally, she had chosen herself.

At 8 PM, the front door opened.

Devandra walked in, looking exhausted. He loosened his tie and removed his suit jacket. But he froze when he saw Vania sitting silently in the living room, staring at him with deep emotion.

"We need to talk," Vania said first, her tone sharp but steady.

Devandra approached slowly. "I know... My mother came here, didn't she?"

"Not just your mother. Lyra too."

Devandra closed his eyes for a moment and exhaled. "I didn't know they were coming."

"Really? Or were you secretly planning this with them?" Vania asked, holding back the pain in her heart. "They asked me to share you. To stay as the first wife and let you marry Lyra. Is that what you want?"

"Of course not!" Devandra reached for her hand, but Vania pulled away.

"Then tell me, Devan," Vania said sharply. "Are you going to divorce me tonight just like Lyra promised you would?"

                         

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