Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 207

Beasley nodded. His mother had told him all this before, but back then, he’d refused to listen—he was convinced Willow had orchestrated the whole thing from the start.

Now, her words finally sank in. He began analyzing the situation seriously. “If that middle-aged couple didn’t give the wrong room number to the hotel staff by accident, if the switch with the wine wasn’t just carelessness, then someone must have told them in advance.”

“Exactly!” Dorothy was listening intently as well. “Otherwise, how could something so coincidental have happened?”

At first, Dorothy had believed it was just a terrible mix-up, a regrettable mistake that couldn’t be undone. But now that her son told her the couple had died in a car accident, she could no longer believe it was just an unlucky accident.

“So, Mom, can you think carefully—who might have overheard your plan?” Beasley gently nudged his mother to recall the details.

Of course, it was also possible the information had leaked from Willow’s side, but since he couldn’t find her now, he had to start with his mother and rule out possibilities one by one.

Dorothy sifted through her memories. “That day, I encouraged Willa to confess her feelings to you on her birthday. The location was that café near Alder University. We were in a private booth, but I can’t say for sure no one overheard.”

Beasley frowned. “A café next to campus? There’s no way to track that down.”

Dorothy nodded, knowing how impossible it would be to investigate—especially after so many years. Any security footage from that day would have been deleted long ago. Still…

“No matter what, Willa could never have set you up. As long as you believe that, it’s more important than anything else.” Dorothy looked at her son, her expression earnest.

“If I didn’t believe it,” Beasley replied, “I wouldn’t be trying to get to the bottom of what happened.”

Dorothy’s face softened. Since Willow and Beasley’s divorce, this was the first time she’d looked at her son and felt genuine approval.

She nodded. “Then I hope you can also clear things up with your friends who misunderstood Willa. You might not know just how much she suffered because of this.”

Did Beasley not know? The way York and Evelyn treated Willow said it all.

But he didn’t need to look at how others acted around Willow. He was the best example—cold distance after their wedding, never eating with her, ignoring her completely, treating her as if she didn’t exist.

If this conversation had happened two months ago, he would have thought Willow hadn’t told his mother about his coldness because she feared it would backfire—that Dorothy would be so heartbroken for her daughter-in-law, she’d urge her to get a divorce, which would do more harm than good.

But now, Willow clearly didn’t care about being Mrs. Windsor anymore.

She’d even stopped contacting his mother.

So much for “playing hard to get.” So much for all his old assumptions.

A sudden urge rose in Beasley’s chest—he wanted to apologize to Willow in person.

But he had no idea where to find her.

For the first time, Beasley understood what it meant to be utterly powerless.