Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 21

Willow stood motionless outside the door, listening to every word.

"Willa is such a lovely girl—why can't you just live a good life with her? Why insist on divorce? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"The divorce is already final. There's no point in discussing this anymore."

"How can you say that? You could still get back together!"

"Get back together?" Beasley's laugh was cold, his tone sharp and unfeeling. "Mom, do you really want to see your son raising another man's child?"

"Another man's child?" Dorothy gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "What are you talking about?"

Outside, Willow's hands unconsciously curled into tight fists, her cool eyes slowly clouded with frost.

"I saw her throw up twice with my own eyes."

Beasley's voice was icy as ever. "But in three years, I've never even touched her. Not once."

"What did you say? In three years, you never…" Dorothy looked as if she'd been struck by lightning, her body swaying unsteadily. "Beasley, how could you treat Willa like this?"

"Willa's always seemed so good and pure—"

"Mom," Beasley cut her off, impatience edging into his tone, "how would you know what kind of person she is? How long have you really known her?"

Dorothy's face went white, but she turned the accusation back on him. "You say Willa's pregnant—well, where's your proof? Did you take her to a doctor? Which clinic, which doctor? Show me the report!"

"She wouldn't dare go," Beasley replied with a mocking sneer. "And if she did, it would be in secret, just to get rid of it."

Those last two words sliced through the door like twin blades, stabbing straight into Willow's chest, leaving her feeling raw and exposed.

"I don't care about your twisted logic. I just refuse to believe Willa could ever do something like that!" Dorothy's voice trembled with emotion. "Beasley, if you let her go, you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"

Willow listened in silence, her heart already shattered beyond repair.

He wouldn't regret it.

He wanted her gone—wanted her dead, even.

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