Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 2

Alistair jolted back to attention, then frowned, his voice cold as ice. "Miss Sheffield, you haven't even read the agreement."

Willow didn't bother to look up. "No need. I have no objections."

She had an exceptional memory—she'd already pored over this agreement in her previous life, line by line. There was no point in reading it again.

She signed her name at lightning speed and handed the papers back to him, her movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

"Please ask Attorney Worthington to let Mr. Windsor know that we'll be finalizing the divorce at city hall tomorrow at nine. He must make time and absolutely cannot be late."

She paused, then added, "Attorney Worthington is surely aware that the new one-month ‘cooling off' period for divorces goes into effect on the first of next month. I have no intention of dragging this out another month."

The message could not have been more humiliating.

A flicker of disbelief crossed Attorney Worthington's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. In his mind, Willow's forced bravado was both pitiable and faintly ridiculous.

He accepted the agreement, his gaze lingering on the dark circles beneath Willow's eyes, lips curled in a half-smile. "Understood. I'll relay your message to President Windsor exactly as you said, Miss Sheffield."

Willow had no time for the attorney's patronizing tone. She stood up and showed him to the door without another word.

Once her unwelcome guest was gone, she wasted no time, hurrying back to her room to pack her things.

It took her about ten minutes to finish.

Not that she had little to take—after all, she'd moved in at twenty, before she even graduated college, and had lived here for three years. She'd accumulated plenty.

But she didn't want anything from this place anymore. She left behind all the expensive clothes and jewelry her in-laws had given her on behalf of the Windsor family. She took only what was truly hers: a few books, important documents, and her laptop.

When you've reached the point of utter disappointment and disgust with someone, you don't want to touch a single thing connected to them.

York looked ready to dig for more, but Beasley didn't give him the chance. He changed the subject. "So, you're back for good this time?"

York, unusually serious, nodded. "Yeah, I'm staying. Time to strike out on my own and build my own little empire."

"Not taking over your dad's company?" Beasley didn't sound surprised, but asked anyway.

York glanced at his friend, his smile carrying a hidden edge. "Taking over would cost too much—you know what I mean."

Beasley's expression didn't change. He picked up his glass. "If you need anything, just ask."

York lifted his own in response. "Don't worry, I won't hesitate."

The two clinked glasses and downed their drinks in a single gulp.