Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 7

Willow was calling him out.

This man, cold and unfeeling as he was toward her, was the very picture of a dutiful son.

Otherwise, he never would have swallowed his pride and married her in the first place—if not for his mother's insistence.

Beasley's eyes were as icy as ever, his voice no warmer. "Fine. I'll tell them myself."

Alistair, who had been listening anxiously from the side, finally let out a sigh of relief.

He'd been so afraid President Windsor might waver—after all, President Windsor's mother, Mrs. Dorothy, absolutely doted on Willow.

Now he could finally relax.

*

Divorce procedures weren't all that complicated. As long as the paperwork was in order and there was no property to divide, the whole thing went fairly quickly.

When it was Willow and Beasley's turn, just before stamping the papers, the clerk followed protocol and asked, "You don't have any children, correct?"

Standing next to Beasley to get this done was already more than Willow could stomach. Hearing the word "children" suddenly dredged up some of her worst memories.

She doubled over, gagging.

The clerk, startled, blurted out, "Are you...pregnant?"

Beasley shot a glance at the woman beside him, still retching, his expression growing even frostier.

"Sir, you really should take your wife to the hospital for a checkup," the clerk added. "Even if it's not pregnancy, she's clearly not well."

Before Beasley could respond, Willow quickly waved her hand. "No, no need. I'm not pregnant."

But her voice was hoarse and weak.

Anyone could see how much that moment had cost her.

The clerk eyed them both, unconvinced, the stamp hovering in midair.

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