All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Irrevocable Mistake: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

About three days later, Eva slowly drifted back into consciousness.At first, everything felt unreal, like she was floating between two worlds. Her eyelids fluttered weakly before finally opening, and the first thing she saw was a white ceiling flooded with harsh white lights.The brightness made her squint.Her throat felt dry. Her body felt heavy, as though it didn’t belong to her anymore.“Am I dead?” she whispered faintly, her voice barely louder than a breath. “Why does heaven look just like a hospital?”The words sounded strange even to her own ears, but nothing else made sense. She couldn’t feel pain the way she expected to. She couldn’t feel much of anything at all.Slowly, she turned her head to the side, every small movement taking effort. Her eyes drifted across the room until they landed on three familiar figures seated on a bench near her bed.Her heart skipped.“Why are my brothers here too?” she whispered again, confusion washing over her. “Did we all die together?”Ken

“Eva, didn’t you say you were going to die last time?” Amira said mockingly, her voice carrying clearly in the open space outside the auction hall. Daylight spilled generously across the marble pavement, reflecting off the glass façade of the building behind them.She tugged a slow, deliberate smirk as she approached, her arms folding across her chest with practiced arrogance. “But here you are,” she added, tilting her head slightly, eyes glittering with malice, “alive and well.”Eva halted. Emerson stopped with her.For a brief second, the world felt strangely quiet, as though even the passing crowd sensed the tension thickening the air.Eva chuckled softly, the sound calm, almost amused. She turned her head slightly toward Amira, her lips curving faintly. “Good people like me won’t die so easily,” she replied evenly. There was no weakness in her tone this time, only resolve.She tightened her grip on Emerson’s hand, grounding herself in the warmth of his presence, and gently tugged

Amira clutched the file tighter, her fingers trembling as she flipped through the pages again, as if rereading the words might somehow change them. The white paper blurred before her eyes, but that single bold line refused to disappear.BRAIN CANCER.“I… I have brain cancer?” she repeated, her voice hollow, barely recognizable even to herself.Her legs weakened, and she staggered half a step back, instinctively leaning against the cool exterior wall of the auction hall. The daylight was too bright, too sharp, almost cruel. People were still moving in and out of the building, their ordinary lives continuing as if nothing monumental had just collapsed inside her world.But the shock that froze Amira was nothing compared to the storm brewing inside Bradley.He turned sharply to face her, his brows knitted together in confusion and disbelief. “Amira,” he said slowly, searching her face, “didn’t you know you had brain cancer?”Her head snapped toward him, eyes wide, pupils shaking. For a s

Amira froze the instant her eyes landed on Eva.The glass in her hand trembled slightly as her chest began to rise and fall unevenly, rage tightening around her heart like a vice.The music, the laughter, the glittering hall, all of it blurred into the background as her vision narrowed to one person.Eva Mills.“Why?” Amira whispered under her breath, nails digging into her palm. “Why do you insist on going against me?”Eva, on the other hand, appeared calm, almost serenely detached. She paused just inside the entrance, her gaze sweeping left and right across the lavish hall as though she were merely admiring the décor.The chandeliers reflected in her eyes, the polished marble floor mirrored her graceful steps, and the whispers that followed her entrance trailed like shadows.She smiled again.Then she walked further inside.Up on the first floor, Gavin Cooper remained frozen for a moment, staring as though he had seen a ghost. His grip tightened around the railing, his sharp eyes na

The moment Eva's last words fell into the stunned hall, chaos erupted like a dam giving way.Gasps collided with whispers. Half-raised voices tangled in the air, layering confusion over disbelief. Some guests instinctively stepped back from the stage as though guilt itself might be contagious.Others craned their necks, desperate to witness every expression, every crack forming on the faces of the Cooper family.The elegant gala that had promised sophistication and celebration had devolved into something far uglier—a spectacle of exposure and reckoning.The orchestra had long since stopped playing. Waiters stood frozen with their trays. Even the chandeliers seemed to dim under the weight of the accusations hanging in the air.Then—The massive entrance doors at the far end of the hall were shoved open with force.The loud bang sliced through the noise and instantly silenced the room.Three men in black suits marched in with firm, synchronized steps. Their presence was sharp and author