All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Irrevocable Mistake: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The corporate mediation office was built to feel neutral.Neutral colours. Neutral scents. Neutral silence.Eva noticed it the moment she stepped inside; the beige walls, the glass partitions, the low hum of the air-conditioning meant to soothe nerves before difficult conversations.Even the art on the walls was generic, inoffensive landscapes that demanded nothing from the viewer.It felt almost insulting, how deliberately calm the place was, considering the storms people brought into it.She adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and took a slow breath, filling her lungs with the recycled air.Then she saw him.Bradley stood near the reception desk, speaking quietly to a woman in a navy suit. He looked thinner than she remembered. His shoulders were slightly hunched, as though he had grown accustomed to bracing himself for impact.The light from overhead cast shadows beneath his eyes, deepening the hollows there.For a brief second, neither of them moved.There were encounter

Eva had always believed she was prepared for this moment.She had survived public scrutiny before; boardroom whispers, quiet character assassinations, polite smiles that hid sharp judgments. She had learned how to sit straight under pressure, how to answer questions without revealing the tremor beneath her voice.But preparing to testify was different. This was not about performance. It was about excavation.She woke before dawn, the sky still dark, her body already tense. The house was silent, but her mind was loud, replaying moments she thought she had buried properly.She lay still for a while, staring at the ceiling, feeling the familiar weight settle in her chest.By the time she got out of bed, her hands were already shaking.Eva spent the morning reviewing documents with Emerson and her legal team. The dining table had been converted into a temporary war room; files stacked neatly, tabs colour-coded, timelines printed and reprinted. Each document carried a memory, each date a

The statement from Mills Corporation was released at exactly nine a.m.Not a minute earlier, not a second late.Eva first saw it on her phone, the notification lighting up the screen while she stood by her kitchen window, staring out at a morning that felt oddly quiet. She did not open it immediately.She already knew what it would say, she had been told the night before but knowing something intellectually and seeing it declared publicly were not the same thing.When she finally tapped the screen, the words were formal, measured, unmistakably corporate.‘Mills Corporation has concluded its internal and external reviews regarding past dealings with Cooper Holdings. Following extensive investigation, interviews, and forensic audits, we confirm that Ms. Eva, bears no responsibility, direct or indirect, for the financial manipulations uncovered. Her conduct throughout her tenure met and exceeded professional and ethical standards.’Eva read it once.Then again.Her breath left her in a

The offer didn’t arrive with drama as one may had expected.There was no announcement dressed in ceremony, no speech crafted to sound inspiring, no pause for applause. It came during an ordinary executive briefing at Mills Corporation, on a morning that looked no different from many others before it.Sunlight filtered through the glass walls of the conference room, catching on the polished surface of the long table. Tablets lay open. Coffee sat untouched beside leather-bound notebooks.Voices moved steadily through projections and numbers, calm and efficient.Eva sat halfway down the table, listening, observing. She had learned long ago that power rarely announced itself loudly. It showed up in pauses, in glances exchanged across tables, in moments when conversations slowed just enough to signal a shift.She felt that shift before she saw it.The chairman adjusted in his seat, fingers tapping once against the armrest. He didn’t proceed to speaking immediately. Instead, he reached for

The conference room hummed with low, contained conversation as Eva took her place at the front. It was not the restless noise of impatience, but the steady murmur of people already engaged, flipping through briefing folders, adjusting seats, exchanging short remarks under their breath.The projection screen behind her glowed to life, its first slide clean and unadorned.Eva waited.She stood with both hands resting lightly on the edge of the table beside her, shoulders squared, posture relaxed. Gradually, the room settled.She tapped the remote once.The slide changed.Columns appeared, clear, precise. Lines connected processes instead of departments. Risk assessment flowed into accountability rather than being boxed off as an afterthought.Eva began to speak, her tone even, her words measured.She walked them through a system where compliance did not sit at the end of operations like a checkbox, but at the centre of decision-making. She showed how internal audits would no longer be s