Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 138

York protested, "Come on, don't pin this on me. I just made a reasonable guess based on the facts."

"And besides, even if she really did cheat on you, would you actually care? You never seemed interested in what she was up to, anyway."

A tightness crept up Beasley's throat. Did he really not care?

If that were true, why did York's words sting so much?

"Any man would care about something like that, wouldn't he?"

After a long, heavy silence, Beasley finally found his voice, mumbling almost to himself.

York set down his wine glass and eyed him suspiciously. "Beasley, you're acting weird."

"There's something I haven't told you, York." Beasley placed his glass on the table as well, pushing aside his tangled thoughts and straightening up. It was time to get to the point—this meeting wasn't about dissecting his feelings.

"What is it?" York asked, picking up on Beasley's sudden shift from confusion to seriousness, his own smirk fading.

"I'm divorced. Willow and I—It's over."

He said it with startling calm, but the news detonated in York's mind, leaving him blank and speechless.

"What did you say?" York stared in disbelief. "You…you're divorced?"

Beasley seemed almost serene. "Yeah. It's done."

"When did this happen?" York was still struggling to keep up.

"It doesn't matter when. What matters is, it's over. So from now on, don't talk about her like that. And stop keeping tabs on her."

York went pale, his eyes darting away, unable to meet Beasley's gaze.

The headline didn't mention Willow by name, but anyone who clicked on the topic would see a flood of her photos and a tidal wave of insinuating, vicious comments.

Beasley's heart clenched when he recognized a series of images—photos from the day before their divorce. There was Willow, draped in a man's suit jacket, shoulder to shoulder with her editor, Ablitt, as they left a coffee shop across from Silverton. The pictures were from multiple angles: the café entrance, both sides of the street, every detail from their exit to getting into a car.

The air between them chilled. Beasley's eyes flicked up, icy and sharp, pinning York in place. "This was you, wasn't it?"

York didn't bother denying it. "Yeah. It was me."

But the look in Beasley's eyes made his skin crawl.

"Why would you do this?" Beasley's voice was cold—utterly devoid of warmth.

York's face stiffened, but he couldn't help defending himself. "I didn't lie. I just told everyone what I saw. That's all."