Ex-Husband's Irrevocable Mistake

Eva Cooper sat still, her fingers trembling as she clutched the paper on her lap.The doctor’s office was too quiet, yet his words kept echoing in her head like a broken record. “Ms. Cooper, this is already your second relapse. You’re diagnosed with terminal leukemia.”Her lips quivered, her throat dry. “How long do I have left?” she asked, the words escaping as barely a whisper.Dr. Andrew Li sighed, folding his hands on the table. “If you undergo surgery immediately, you might have around a ten percent chance of survival. But looking at your current condition…”He paused, his eyes softening. “It doesn’t look good. I’ll advise you to discuss with your family. The cost of surgery is also quite high.”Eva blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears burning her eyes.Family? What family? She rose weakly, clutching the report close to her chest.The doctor stood up too, fearing he hadn’t been too direct with her. “Ms. Cooper, are you okay? Do you want me to call someone for you?” He a

“Ms. Cooper, are you ready for the surgery yet?” came Dr. Li’s voice through the phone as Eva stepped out of the taxi in front of Cooper Holdings. She paused, clutching her handbag tighter.Her heart was heavy, her breath shaky.“Not yet, Doctor,” she replied quietly, almost as if she might cry any moment. “Please give me a little more time to raise the money.”She ended the call and took a deep breath. The towering glass building stood before her — her husband’s empire.The same man who hadn’t picked her calls since the last time she begged him to come home.Each day he claimed to be buried in work, yet she hadn’t seen his shadow for days.Eva brushed her tears away, straightened her red suit, and adjusted the pendant around her neck, the one she had worn since her teenage years.It was her only comfort now, something that reminded her she still had meaning beyond this pain.With a sigh, she pushed the door open and walked in.The first thing she saw made her heart twist. A group of

“Eva,” Amira called, stepping forward quickly, her voice laced with false concern, though her eyes carried something darker. “Everyone in Houston knows you abandoned him when he needed you most,” she said, turning to the onlookers as if to gather their agreement. “You went abroad with a rich man while he was in the hospital, struggling to live.”Gasps rippled across the room. The staff exchanged glances, whispering among themselves. Eva stood rooted, staring at Amira in disbelief, then slowly turned her gaze to Bradley.“Bradley,” she called softly, her voice trembling. “You don’t believe her, do you?”But his silence said everything. His eyes were cold, distant — the same eyes that once looked at her with love now carried only contempt.Amira saw it and smirked faintly before drawing closer to him. “I was there for you, Bradley,” she said, placing a hand lightly on his arm. “I’m the one who risked my life for you. You can’t let her take credit for something she didn’t do.”Eva’s jaw

Eva stumbled into the bedroom, one hand clutching her stomach as the pain tightened again like something was twisting her from the inside.She barely made it to the bed before her knees gave way and she fell beside the drawer. The shock of hitting the ground forced a gasp from her lips.She stretched a shaking hand toward the small rubber container of pills on top of the drawer. Her fingers brushed it, just lightly and it slipped, rolled, and hit the floor.The cover popped open and the pills scattered everywhere.Eva stared at them helplessly.Just then, their puppy padded towards her, the little brown one Bradley insisted she adopt. It wore the tiny human shirt Amira bought during Christmas, the one Eva never liked but never complained about.The dog tilted its head at her, innocent eyes watching her struggle.Eva looked at it and broke down completely. “Even an ordinary dog is living a better life than I am,” she whispered, her tears falling freely as she brushed her fingers agains

“What surgery? Why do you need surgery?” Bradley repeated, his voice rising with each question. He kept pacing the living room, phone pressed to his ear, confusion and irritation mixing in his tone.Amira stood beside him, her face pale—not from illness, but from panic. She was thinking fast, breathing fast, calculating even faster.Another trick, another lie, another way to scatter his attention.Eva didn’t answer the question on her end of the phone. Her breathing was shallow. Her fingers trembled.But she didn’t respond. Instead, she stretched the phone toward Dr. Li in silence, giving it to him gently.“Sir, you’re her husband, right?” Dr. Li began in a calm, professional tone. “Ms. Eva has been diagnosed with—”Before he could complete the sentence, Amira gasped loudly, too loudly, clutching her chest dramatically. “Ah… my breathing… Bradley…” Her voice broke, her body swaying like she would collapse.Bradley instantly pulled the phone from his ear. “Mr. Cooper, I don’t feel alri