All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Irrevocable Mistake: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Moments later, she was in the kitchen washing her hands repeatedly under the rushing tap, scrubbing with aggressive circular motion as if she could erase every trace of blood from her existence.The stainless-steel sink reflected the water and faint splashes of red that slowly diluted and streamed toward the drain.Her breathing was uneven, yet some twisted excitement played under her voice as she hummed lightly, rinsing, drying, wiping, then rinsing again, like she was removing evidence not just from her skin, but from her conscience.She turned off the tap, shook off remaining drops and grabbed a white kitchen towel to pat her hands dry.Her lips stretched in a satisfied smile before she tossed the towel aside carelessly and walked out, humming quietly.The adrenaline was still in her bloodstream and part of her almost felt… proud.She moved toward the living room with a smug bounce in her steps, but halfway there something crossed her mind, pulling her attention sharply toward the

“Let go of me!” Amira screamed, twisting her body left and right like someone fighting invisible hands. The guards tightened their grip around her arms, barely fazed by her frantic movements.Her voice echoed through every corner of the mansion as though she believed volume alone would save her.“This woman broke into my house and damaged my personal property!” Eva burst out, fury eating every word as soon as they left her mouth. Her voice wasn’t just angry, it was deeply wounded. Her eyes were swollen from tears, but there was a quiet resolve beneath her pain. “I’m making sure she goes to jail!”Amira stared at her, stunned, like she had just heard something impossible. “Y–you’re insane!” she snapped, but the guards began dragging her anyway. “Let go of me! I said let go!”Eva refused to even flinch. “Take her away.” Her voice, usually soft and unsure, suddenly held command, authority she never used before.The guards began hauling Amira across the entrance like she was a sack of cri

Bradley’s night had begun like most miserable nights…with a glass filled almost to the brim. The VIP executive lounge was nearly empty at that hour, and the soft jazz floating from the speakers only deepened the strange emptiness sitting inside his chest.He slumped deeper into the leather couch, swirling his glass in slow circles, letting the whiskey burn down his throat. His eyes were unfocused, fixed on something his mind refused to let go.He pulled out the divorce papers again, scanning the signature line even though he must have looked at them twenty times already.“Eva…” he muttered under his breath, voice thick with liquor and wounded ego. “Five years ago you abandoned me. Now you’ve made Grandpa sick.”His eyes burned slowly, but not from alcohol.“And I haven’t even confronted you about it, and yet you say just seeing me disgusts you?” his voice dropped lower, resentful, almost pleading in tone. “Are you really in such a hurry to divorce me?”He brought his other hand up fro

Eva didn’t wait another second. She pushed the door open so hard that it slammed against the wall behind it, the sound echoing through the room like a gunshot. Her breath caught in her throat as her eyes locked on the unbelievable scene before her.Emerson, usually calm, neat, and collected, was on top of Bradley, fists moving in sharp, merciless blows. Each punch landed with the force of years of anger finally given permission to breathe.Bradley struggled beneath him, grunting, twisting, trying to shield himself. But Emerson was faster, stronger, and driven by something deeper. It wasn’t just a fight, he had snapped.“Emerson, just—just wait!” Bradley choked out, managing to twist his body enough to push Emerson off balance. He scrambled up, breath ragged, chest heaving, one hand wiping the blood trickling from his split lip. He was shaking from pain and humiliation.He pointed a trembling finger at Emerson. “I’ll… I’ll make sure you end up in prison!” His anger made his voice tremb

“Even the Mills brothers are close with you. Mrs. Cooper, don’t you think it’s shameful to be flirtatious?”That final question from the reporter sliced through the cold night air like a blade. Before Eva could even flinch, Bradley stepped forward, pushing past microphones and flashing cameras.His arm shot out like a shield in front of her.“Enough!” he thundered, his voice vibrating through the tense atmosphere. “Don’t spread rumors if you don’t know the truth.”His gaze didn’t shift from the reporters, but the firmness in his jaw said he wasn’t acting—something in him was reacting on instinct.Bradley turned slightly, tilting his head toward Eva. “You go first,” he said quietly.Eva nodded, her eyes lowered, and slipped behind him, walking away through the thinned back path the reporters hadn’t blocked. Her steps trembled, but she didn’t stop.“Wait!” one reporter shouted. “What is she paying you monthly to defend her?”Another mic dug toward Emerson’s face. “What is she to you?”F