Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 21

Willow stood motionless outside the door, listening to every word.

"Willa is such a lovely girl—why can't you just live a good life with her? Why insist on divorce? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"The divorce is already final. There's no point in discussing this anymore."

"How can you say that? You could still get back together!"

"Get back together?" Beasley's laugh was cold, his tone sharp and unfeeling. "Mom, do you really want to see your son raising another man's child?"

"Another man's child?" Dorothy gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "What are you talking about?"

Outside, Willow's hands unconsciously curled into tight fists, her cool eyes slowly clouded with frost.

"I saw her throw up twice with my own eyes."

Beasley's voice was icy as ever. "But in three years, I've never even touched her. Not once."

"What did you say? In three years, you never…" Dorothy looked as if she'd been struck by lightning, her body swaying unsteadily. "Beasley, how could you treat Willa like this?"

"Willa's always seemed so good and pure—"

"Mom," Beasley cut her off, impatience edging into his tone, "how would you know what kind of person she is? How long have you really known her?"

Dorothy's face went white, but she turned the accusation back on him. "You say Willa's pregnant—well, where's your proof? Did you take her to a doctor? Which clinic, which doctor? Show me the report!"

"She wouldn't dare go," Beasley replied with a mocking sneer. "And if she did, it would be in secret, just to get rid of it."

Those last two words sliced through the door like twin blades, stabbing straight into Willow's chest, leaving her feeling raw and exposed.

"I don't care about your twisted logic. I just refuse to believe Willa could ever do something like that!" Dorothy's voice trembled with emotion. "Beasley, if you let her go, you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"

Willow listened in silence, her heart already shattered beyond repair.

He wouldn't regret it.

He wanted her gone—wanted her dead, even.

Beasley didn't hesitate. "Four years ago, when you and Dad suddenly seemed obsessed with making me marry her. That's when I started digging."

Dorothy's disbelief was written all over her face. "So you had someone look into it? Then why did you agree to the marriage? Why give me false hope?"

She'd always thought that his willingness to marry Willa meant he must have cared for her at least a little. After all, when they'd first met, they'd seemed to get along…

Beasley's explanation was blunt. "I agreed to marry her because you'd just had heart surgery. I didn't want to upset you. I was afraid for your health. But now? I want a divorce because she's trying the same tricks again—crawling into my bed, hoping her bastard child will get to stay. I won't let her have her way."

Willow could picture Beasley's face as he said these things: cold, ruthless, heartless. Just like the chill in his voice now.

Dorothy was visibly shaken, her words trembling. "You—how can you accuse Willa like this? Aren't you worried about my heart?"

Beasley's voice was unmoved, hard as stone. "Dr. Whitaker says your last two checkups were excellent. You're in great shape."

That was all Willow could take.

She pushed the door open and walked in.