All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Irrevocable Mistake: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

“What do you want, Mr. Cooper?”Emerson’s voice cut through the night with barely restrained fury as he turned fully to face Bradley, his hand closing the car door with a sharp click. His jaw was tight, shoulders squared, every line of his body defensive. “Haven’t you done enough damage already?”Bradley did not answer immediately.He stood there beneath the muted glow of the parking lights, hands hanging at his sides, shoulders slumped in a way that looked unfamiliar on him.For a moment, it seemed as though he was weighing his words carefully, deciding whether speaking at all would only worsen things.Inside the car, Eva remained seated, watching through the windshield, her fingers curled lightly around the edge of her seat. She had not decided yet whether to step out or let Emerson handle it.“Emerson,” Bradley said finally, lifting his hands slowly in a placating gesture, palms open. His voice was calm, almost subdued. “I don’t mean any harm. I just want to talk. To Eva.”Emerson

Eva woke before the alarm, the unease already sitting heavy in her chest. The room was quiet, washed in the faint grey light of early morning, but her mind refused the calm.She lay still for a moment, listening to Emerson’s breathing beside her, steady and deep, and felt a pinch of guilt tighten behind her ribs.The argument from the night before hovered close, unfinished, its edges sharp. She had asked for space. He had given it. Yet the distance between them had not softened with sleep.She turned onto her side and studied his face. Even relaxed, there was tension there now, a faint line between his brows that had not existed weeks ago. Bradley’s name didn’t need to be spoken to be present.It was there in the silence, in the careful way Emerson had looked at her before turning off the lights, in the couch where he had slept instead of their bed.Eva slipped out quietly, dressing with more care than necessary, as if moving slowly could rearrange her thoughts. In the bathroom mirror

The foundation retreat had been described as mandatory in the email, the word sitting in bold like a challenge no one was expected to resist.Eva had received the mail earlier. She read it twice before closing her laptop, already feeling the quiet tension settle into her shoulders. She knew Bradley would be there. The board list had made that unavoidable.What unsettled her was not the certainty of his presence, but the timing; two days after his discharge, two days after doctors had warned him against stress he had spent his life courting.The venue sat just outside the city, a restored estate turned conference centre, all wide lawns and glass walls meant to suggest openness and renewal. Eva arrived early, as she always did, stepping out of the car with a measured calm that had become second nature.Emerson followed close behind her, his hand hovering briefly at the small of her back before dropping away as staff approached.Inside, the air was filled with voices carried softly, poli

The collapse happened in full view of everyone who mattered and many who didn't.The foundation hearing had been scheduled as a routine accountability session, one of those carefully structured public forums designed to restore confidence rather than provoke it.Eva hadn’t planned to attend. She had followed the proceedings remotely from her office, half-listening while signing off on documents, trusting that the foundation's legal team would handle the optics with their usual precision.Bradley was not meant to speak.He had insisted anyway.Cameras were already rolling when it happened. He had been seated at the long table, shoulders squared in a way that suggested effort rather than ease, his hands folded tightly as questions were directed at other board members.The lighting was harsh, designed for clarity, and it cast shadows beneath his eyes that the makeup artists had failed to fully conceal.When his name was called, there was a brief pause, too long to be natural, long enough

Hospitals felt different at that hour; less dramatic, less crowded, stripped of the chaos that usually fed rumours and speculation.Eva chose the morning deliberately.She walked through the sliding doors of St. Martins Hospital with a composed gait, sunglasses shielding her eyes, her posture steady enough to discourage questions.The receptionist recognised her immediately but said nothing, only gesturing her towards the elevators with practiced discretion.She rode up alone.The ICU corridor was quiet, punctuated by the steady hum of machines and the soft shuffle of nurses’ shoes against polished floors. Eva paused briefly outside Bradley’s room, her hand hovering near the handle, not out of hesitation but out of resolve. She had rehearsed nothing. This was not a moment that required performance.Inside, Bradley lay propped against white pillows, thinner than even the headlines had suggested. His skin carried a faint grey undertone, his breathing measured and assisted by quiet machi