“I want you to be my wife again, Vania.”
The words struck like lightning in broad daylight. Vania, who was making tea in the tiny kitchenette of Devandra’s apartment, froze mid-movement. Her hand trembled slightly around the cup, her breath caught in her throat.
She slowly turned around, eyes wide with disbelief.
“What did you just say?”
Devandra stood in the doorway of the kitchen. His posture was calm, but his gaze was unwavering.
“I want to fix everything. I want you back—not as anything else—but as my wife, like before.”
Vania let out a soft laugh, but there was pain behind it.
“You’re joking… right?”
“No. I’m serious.” Devandra stepped closer.
“I know I destroyed you back then. I know I threw away the love you gave me. But since you came back into my life, I’ve realized… I ne
