All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Irrevocable Mistake: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Without another word, Eva turned and began to walk away. Her heels clicked against the tiles with a sharp confidence that sliced straight through the hallway.But halfway through her step, she paused. Slowly, she turned her head slightly over her shoulder.“By the way,” she said, still wearing that calm, victorious smile, “one more thing. That half a million must come out of Ms. Finley’s bonus and salary.”Amira’s knees buckled instantly. Her breath caught in her throat. Her chest rose and fell sharply, but she didn’t respond, not yet. The words struck her like a slap she wasn’t prepared for.Eva wasn’t done.“And I expect a formal public reprimand.”That final line hit Amira so hard she felt her hands go cold.“Eva, you’re just the marketing director!” she finally snapped, frustration spilling over her voice. “This company belongs to the Cooper family. You don’t get to make the decision here!”“I’m still the Mrs. Cooper,” Eva shot back immediately, her tone smooth but cutting. “If I

Eva watched Emerson with a mixture of gratitude and worry tightening her chest. The hospital room felt too quiet, too gentle, like it was waiting for her to speak.She folded her fingers together, unsure how to frame the words without sounding weak.“Emerson,” she began quietly, “I know you’ve been quietly covering my medical bills, but I owe you so much. I’m worried I can’t pay you back.”Her voice shook slightly, though she tried to hide it. She hated admitting fear. She hated sounding like someone who depended on another person’s generosity.Emerson stood beside her bed, hands in his coat pockets, his jaw relaxing and tightening again as if he was choosing his words carefully.He released a controlled breath. “That won’t do,” he said simply, his voice low but firm. “I’m counting on you to get better and pay me back. You can’t back out of this.”For a moment, Eva didn’t speak. She stared at him, surprised by the certainty in his tone. He wasn’t joking. He wasn’t trying to make her f

Bradley stood in the middle of his office, the open file still echoing in his mind, even though he forced himself to look unfazed.He shut the emotion down the way he always did, quickly, harshly, without mercy for himself or anyone else.“She’s in the hospital but still has the energy to call me and argue,” he said coldly, washing the earlier shock off his face as though it had never existed. His voice grew sharper, more dismissive. “She can’t be that bad. Now she’s asking me for money and doesn’t even show up. She really knows how to put on airs.”Sandra stood a few steps away, watching him with caution. Her heart squeezed painfully for Eva, but she kept her expression neutral. “No, Mr. Cooper. Mrs. Cooper is—”“Approve the claims,” Bradley cut in sharply, raising his voice. “Unless she dies in that hospital, don’t bother me with this again.”He grabbed the papers and flung them at her. Several sheets scattered across her desk and fluttered onto the floor. Without another glance, he

“We found many leads before, but in the end, they all turned out to be dead ends,” Kenny said, pacing slightly as he spoke.His voice carried the weight of years spent searching, hoping, and being disappointed.Every wrong lead had chipped away at him, yet he kept going because Bernard had no one else to rely on.Austin remained calm, his posture steady and composed as always. “It’s different now,” he said, tapping a folder lightly against his palm. “I recently joined an international medical research institute and learned about a DNA and bone marrow tracing project. I decided to give it a shot. And surprisingly, it led to an unexpected breakthrough.”Austin wasn’t the type to exaggerate. He spoke with the same tone whether he was delivering good news or difficult truths.That was why Bernard trusted him, not just as a doctor, but as a son. The room held its breath as the weight of his words settled.Kenny turned sharply to Bernard, then back to Austin, disbelief mixing with hope. “A

The hush in the hall folded around Gavin’s voice. “That’s enough. Drop it.” He stood, the authority in his tone making even the boldest among them pause.For a moment, the charged air recalibrated; conversation dimmed, and attention slipped like a curtain to the small drama at the table.“She’s here for the celebration. Everyone, have a seat,” Gavin said, and his hand swept gently toward the tables as if orchestrating a long-rehearsed play. The guests obeyed without question; the room resembled a theatre where the actors knew their cues.Mrs. Harriet’s voice rose again, crisp and practiced. “Okay. Let her take her seat. Otherwise, people might think we’ve mistreated her.”Her words were public-minded on the surface, but they carried the sort of calculated kindness that warned more than comforted.The maids nearest to her straightened, faces smooth and trained, waiting for a signal.Harriet gave a small blink to one of the maids, a barely perceptible motion. The maid inclined her head