Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 229

“There’s no evidence,” Beasley admitted without hesitation. “And that couple—the ones who regularly used party drugs—they died.”

“They died?” Willow’s eyes widened. “When did that happen?”

“Last year. Car accident.” Beasley paused, searching her face, and tried again, “Can we go inside to talk?”

“No,” Willow cut him off flatly. “If you have something to say, say it here.”

Beasley fell silent.

What he didn’t see was that Willow had already installed a discreet chain lock—like the ones you see on hotel doors—on the inside of her front door, specifically to keep him out. After the last time he forced his way in, she wasn’t taking any chances.

He’d half-expected her to slam the door in his face; her ice-cold attitude no longer surprised him. Still, standing here, he finally realized how absurd his past arrogance had been.

Years in cutthroat business had taught Beasley to treat everyone like a rival, to expect betrayal at every turn. He guarded himself against women who tried to get close—whether sent by his mother or others—because he’d seen too many men ruined by temptation.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized again, quietly.

Willow’s brows knitted, her voice sharp as steel. “I don’t accept your apology.”

She understood now just how thick-skinned he was; a few sharp words wouldn’t send him packing.

Not that she wanted him to leave easily. No, she wanted to push his buttons, make him angry—angry enough to resort to his old tricks behind her back.

People don’t really change. If he’d come up with such vile, underhanded schemes in their past life, he was bound to do it again eventually. All she needed was for him to use those three foreign men once more; then her chance would come.

“I know I can’t expect your forgiveness. But I owe you this apology, whether you accept it or not,” Beasley said, his eyes dark with regret.

Willow let out a soft, mocking laugh, her lips curling in disdain. “You want to make it up to me? Fine. Stay as far away from me as possible. Never show your face again. That’s the best apology you could offer. Can you manage that?”

Beasley turned to glance at the apartment across the hall—the one he’d bought on impulse—and then looked back. “I haven’t set foot in that place for over a month. I won’t be staying there anymore. I only came here today to sincerely apologize for ever suspecting you drugged me.”

And for those three years of coldness.

But that last admission stuck in his throat. Seeing the chill and contempt in Willow’s eyes, he couldn’t force the words out.

Her only response was a bitter little smile. No evidence, and now he claimed to believe her? Did he really think she’d fall for that?

“I don’t want to talk about the past anymore,” Willow said, her tone frosty.

She refused to revisit those memories—especially that one night.

Once, that night had been a bittersweet ache. Now, it was just pain—no sweetness left at all.