All Chapters of Ex-Husband's Irrevocable Mistake: Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

Austin slowly turned to face Amira.The warmth he had shown Eva moments ago vanished completely, replaced by eyes burning with restrained fury. The transformation was immediate and absolute, from protective brother to something far more dangerous.The air around him seemed to drop several degrees.Kenny, however, had no intention of holding back."Seize her," he ordered coldly.The command rang through the hall like a verdict handed down from a judge's bench. There was no room for negotiation in his tone, no possibility of appeal.Without hesitation, two security men stepped forward and grabbed Amira firmly by the shoulders.Their grip was professional but unyielding. She shrieked, struggling wildly as her heels scraped against the polished floor, leaving black marks on the pristine marble."Let go of me!" she screamed. "Let me go! You have no right!"Bradley stood frozen for half a second, shock rooting him to the spot like a tree struck by lightning. Then he stepped forward hurriedl

Eva turned slightly and glanced at the officers standing by.It was a small movement, almost subtle, but it carried an authority that made the entire hall tense instantly. The officers understood without a word.They stepped forward at once, their expressions firm, professional, unyielding.They grabbed Bradley by the arms.“Eva, wait!” Bradley shouted hoarsely, panic flooding his voice as he struggled uselessly in their grip. His body leaned forward instinctively toward her, desperation etched across his face. “Eva, please—wait!”The officers didn’t slow down.They dragged him forward anyway.“Eva, I was wrong!” he yelled again, twisting his neck painfully to look back at her. His eyes were red, bloodshot, filled with regret that came far too late. “I was wrong, Eva! Eva—!”The words broke apart as the officers hauled him farther away.“Eva!”That final cry echoed briefly through the hall before the doors swallowed him whole.Silence followed.A heavy, suffocating silence.Janet gasp

The metal gates of the detention center creaked open under the afternoon sun, the sound sharp and unforgiving, echoing through the empty courtyard like a warning. Bradley stepped forward, one foot crossing the line first, as though he were testing whether the ground outside was real. His polished leather shoes, now scuffed and dulled from days of confinement, made contact with the pavement beyond the threshold, and he paused, drawing in a breath that felt foreign in his lungs.The air felt different out here; thinner somehow, stripped of the authority and comfort he had always taken for granted. Inside, everything had been contained, controlled, predictable in its misery. Out here, the world sprawled endlessly before him, indifferent and unforgiving. For the first time in his life, freedom did not feel like relief. It felt like exposure. Like standing naked before a jury that had already reached its verdict.An officer called his name, the tone flat and bureaucratic, and extended