All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Irrevocable Mistake: Chapter 131 - Chapter 138

The executive lounge sat slightly elevated above the rest of the hotel grounds, open to the afternoon breeze and framed by glass railings that reflected the soft Lagos sun.Eva sat across from Kenny and Austin at a low table set neatly with documents, tablets, and untouched drinks. The setting was relaxed by design, but the conversation was anything but casual.Kenny leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled as Eva finished walking them through the latest project update.She spoke with quiet authority, pointing out milestones already met, risks that had been anticipated and neutralised, and the specific areas where additional oversight would be required to keep the timeline intact. Her tone never wavered.Austin nodded along, his attention sharp despite the corporate setting. When she mentioned a potential supply-chain bottleneck and how she had already lined up two contingency vendors, his brows lifted slightly in approval.“That’s solid,” Kenny said finally, reaching for his tablet

Morning light spread across the construction site in uneven patches, filtered through scaffolding and half-built concrete walls.Eva stood near the temporary safety railing, helmet on, tablet tucked against her side, eyes moving constantly from workers lifting blocks to supervisors shouting instructions over the noise of machinery.This project mattered. Not just because of its scale, but because it carried her name on every report sent back to the board.She had barely finished correcting a foreman on safety spacing when shouting erupted from above.It happened too fast for the mind to process cleanly.A man slipped. A sharp intake of breath rippled through the site. Someone screamed.Eva looked up just in time to see a labourer tumble from the fourth floor.Her heart dropped violently.Time seemed to slow as his body fell, arms flailing, helmet flying off in the air and spinning like a discarded toy. A few workers froze in shock, tools hanging uselessly in their hands.Others shoute

“Your worst nightmare if you don’t let her go. Now!”The man’s voice tore through the air, loud, venomous, final. It wasn’t a threat dressed as bravado. It was a promise.Inside the car, Eva forced herself upright, her palms sliding against the leather seat slick with sweat.Her lungs burned as she sucked in air, her chest rising and falling too fast. Her eyes darted toward the figures outside, trying to make sense of what was happening through the haze of fear clouding her vision.Then recognition struck her like lightning.Her breath caught. Her lips parted.“Mrs. Olivia Blackburn?” she gasped, disbelief flooding her voice.The name gave her something solid to cling to. Something real.Her scream rose again, sharper now, louder. “Help! Please—help!”The man swallowed hard. The confidence he’d worn moments ago cracked visibly. His eyes flicked to the two men flanking the woman; tall, thickly built, shoulders stretching the seams of their jackets. They didn’t move. They didn’t need to

By 4pm, the New York Police Department building had settled into its usual rhythm; phones ringing, doors opening and closing, voices layered with urgency and routine.Eva stepped out of the car beside Emerson, the weight of the place pressing into her chest before she had even crossed the threshold.The city noise dulled behind them as the glass doors slid shut.Inside, the air smelled faintly of disinfectant and old paper. Emerson stayed close, not touching her, but close enough that she felt the quiet steadiness of his presence.The detective approached them almost immediately, a man with tired eyes and a calm voice that suggested he had delivered too many difficult moments to count.“Ms. Mills. Dr. Emerson,” he said, shaking Emerson’s hand before turning to Eva. “Thank you for coming.”She nodded. Words felt unnecessary.They followed him down a narrow corridor, past desks stacked with files, past officers moving with purpose. Eva noticed how her heels echoed against the tiled floo