Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 8

Willow strode ahead, barely glancing at Xander or Alistair as she passed. She walked straight on, her steps brisk enough to stir the air behind her.

Alistair frowned, his gaze involuntarily following that light, determined figure.

Was it just his imagination, or did she look noticeably healthier? There was color in her cheeks now, and the tired shadows he'd seen before had vanished from her face.

Had something gone wrong with the process? Was the divorce not finalized?

But he'd prepared all the documents himself—personally double-checked every detail. It shouldn't be possible.

Still puzzling over it, Alistair looked up just as Beasley emerged from the building.

His eyes landed almost immediately on the divorce papers in Beasley's hand.

So it was done after all. Then—

Suddenly, it clicked.

Willow must be putting on a brave face, too proud to let herself fall apart in front of them. That's why she walked out so cool, as if nothing could touch her.

But no matter how long she pretended, it wouldn't change a thing. Without the title of Mrs. Windsor, she was just a so-called novelist scribbling billionaire fantasies online for gullible teenage girls. In reality, she was nothing.

Xander, seeing Beasley come out, hurried to meet him with respectful eagerness. "Mr. Windsor, will you be heading back to the office now?"

Beasley glanced down at the divorce certificate in his hand. For once, his cold and distant expression softened, just a little. "The meeting's at ten, right?"

"Yes, but as you instructed, I've already asked VP Farris to stand in for you," Xander replied.

Beasley nodded and said nothing more, striding toward the exit. Xander immediately fell in step behind him.

With his job done, Alistair had no reason to follow. He watched respectfully as Beasley got into his car, then headed to his own vehicle—though not before quietly making an international phone call from the driver's seat.

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