Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 153

Nathaniel didn't bother arguing; he just chuckled. "Honestly, I think your ex-wife is pretty interesting."

This time, it was Beasley's turn to be surprised. He withdrew his gaze from the distance and looked at Nathaniel. "Oh? And what makes you say that?"

"Secret marriage, quiet divorce, and she never made a fuss. Isn't that something?" There was a hint of genuine admiration in Nathaniel's amber eyes—it didn't sound like he was teasing.

"She didn't have a choice," Beasley muttered with a dismissive snort.

Nathaniel didn't agree. "I'm not so sure about that."

He went on, "She agreed to a secret marriage because she loved you, and she was willing to let go when it ended—that means she really moved on. In those three years you were married, no one on the outside ever found out. Not a word."

That said a lot, didn't it? It showed Willow had kept her promise to keep their marriage under wraps. She'd never once tried to show off about marrying into a wealthy family.

Thinking back, Beasley realized that was true.

As far as he knew, the only ones on Willow's side who knew about the marriage were her father and a close friend—no one else. That friend, too, must have been good at keeping secrets.

Still, something about all of this felt off to Beasley.

Right—everyone assumed Willow loved him, but that was just because they hadn't seen the real Willow.

Beasley could never forget what she'd said, or how she'd acted, when she turned down that boy years ago. Only York and his cousin Evelyn had witnessed that scene with him; he'd never told anyone else, and he certainly wasn't about to start now.

Nathaniel's voice broke into his thoughts. "So I'm guessing she hasn't tried to cling to you, right?" Nathaniel's tone was gentle, but his words went straight to the point.

Beasley's brow tightened, his face darkening. "She blocked me."

She wouldn't even let him out of that metaphorical locked room.

Liked him? Who would believe that?

Nathaniel swirled the whiskey in his glass, almost absentminded. "Still, a girl who's that interesting and that beautiful won't stay single for long. Didn't you say she got plenty of love letters? She's not exactly lacking for admirers."

A heaviness settled in Beasley's chest.

That familiar, inexplicable irritation started to creep in again.

But Beasley wasn't the only one in a foul mood tonight.

Meanwhile, at the Windsor Estate—

It was Beasley's twenty-eighth birthday. He'd made it clear—absolutely no parties, no celebrations. But his grandmother had insisted the entire family come home for dinner and a quiet celebration.

Now it was past seven, and neither the birthday boy nor his wife had shown up.

No one was surprised about Willow—his grandmother hadn't been able to reach her for two months and had all but written her off as a lost cause. But Beasley? He hadn't answered her calls either!