A light drizzle began to fall that night. The sky over Bali looked gray, as if mirroring the weight in Vania’s heart. She sat alone on the back terrace of the villa, lit only by the dim glow of the garden lights. Her laptop glowed in front of her, still replaying the same video.
> “I just wanted to get you back, Dev... So I pretended to be pregnant. It was all a lie. Even the clinic letter was fake.”
Lyra’s voice echoed like a curse in her ears. Vania closed her eyes, holding her breath, but the tightness in her chest remained. Her hand covered her mouth, trying to stifle the sob that threatened to escape.
“Dev...” she whispered, brokenly.
Only now did she realize—Devandra hadn’t lied. Every doubt, every rejection, every angry word she’d thrown at him had been misplaced. And now tha
