All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Irrevocable Mistake: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The news reached Cooper Holdings quietly, but its impact was anything but.A financial auditor, one of the most meticulous and cautious men in the firm’s external regulatory team, was found dead in what authorities quickly labeled an accident.The official statement said he slipped while inspecting a private property connected to one of Cooper Holdings’ subsidiary firms. A fall from a balcony. A tragic misstep. A man who had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time.But in a world already thick with tension and unanswered questions, no one truly believed in coincidences anymore.Austin was the one who told Eva.He did not do it in the middle of a meeting or over the phone. He waited until she was back at home, seated in the quiet of the living room, reviewing documents with a tired focus. When he walked in, his face was serious in a way that made her immediately look up.“What is it?” she asked, her instincts already tightening.“There’s been an incident,” Austin said carefull

The ballroom of the Grand Elysium Hotel shimmered like something pulled from a dream.Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, scattering soft golden light across marble floors and tables draped in white silk.A string quartet played quietly in the corner, their music weaving through polite laughter and clinking glasses. Every guest looked carefully composed, dressed in expensive fabrics that whispered rather than shouted.It was a charity gala, one of Mills Corporation’s most visible events of the year. Officially, it was about children’s healthcare and educational outreach. Unofficially, it was about influence, reputation, and quiet deals made behind warm smiles.Eva stood at the center of it all.Her gown was elegant, deep emerald green, fitted perfectly to her frame. Her hair was styled neatly, her makeup subtle but refined. To anyone watching, she looked like the picture of calm authority—a woman who belonged exactly where she stood.But beneath that polished surface, tens

Bradley had not planned to return to the Coopers’ family mansion so soon.The place carried too many memories; some proud, some bitter, most unfinished. But when his grandfather, Gavin Cooper, asked him to come earlier that morning, the message had not sounded optional. Gavin never asked twice.And he never called unless something was already wrong.The gates opened slowly as Bradley’s car approached, the familiar iron bars creaking apart like a reluctant welcome.The mansion stood tall and imposing, its white pillars and wide balconies untouched by time or sentiment. It had always looked less like a home and more like a monument; to legacy, to power, to expectations no one ever escaped.Bradley stepped inside, the sound of his shoes echoing faintly against the marble floor.His mother was seated in the living room.Janet Cooper sat stiffly on one of the long cream sofas, her back straight, her hands clasped tightly on her lap. She was dressed simply, but her face told a deeper story.

Eva woke before her alarm, eyes opening to the pale grey light creeping through the curtains. For a few seconds, she lay still, listening to the quiet hum of the house, grounding herself in the present. She had learned that fear liked to strike in the early hours, when the mind was unguarded. Today, she refused to give it space.She sat up slowly, placing her feet on the floor, breathing in and out with intention. Whatever followed her into this day, she would meet it standing.By the time she arrived at Mills Corporation, she was already composed, dressed sharply, hair pulled back, expression calm. The boardroom was unusually quiet when she walked in. Not tense exactly, but careful. Conversations paused briefly, then resumed in lower tones. Eva took her seat without acknowledgment, placing her tablet neatly in front of her.The meeting moved through routine matters first; quarterly projections, compliance updates, operational expansions but Eva could feel the shift before it came.

Eva did not raise her voice when she confronted Emerson.They were in the sitting room, evening light slanting through the wide windows, casting long shadows across the floor. Emerson had barely taken off his jacket before she spoke, her tone calm but unmistakably firm.“You’ve been pulling away,” she said, arms folded loosely, eyes fixed on him. “Not emotionally. Intentionally.”Emerson paused mid-step. For a moment, he considered deflecting, offering reassurance without substance. He had been doing that for days, answering questions with half-answers, choosing comfort over clarity. But Eva knew him too well. Silence, to her, was not safety. It was torture.“I can see it in the way you watch your phone,” she continued. “The way you leave rooms to take calls. You’re protecting me from something you think I shouldn’t know.”He exhaled slowly and set his jacket down. “I wasn’t trying to lie to you.”“I didn’t say you were,” Eva replied, softer now. “But uncertainty frightens me more th