Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 270

After hanging up, Beasley headed upstairs to take a shower.

When he emerged, warm and relaxed, he flopped onto the bed and pulled out his phone, opening WhatsApp to scroll through the old messages Willow had sent him. This had become his nightly ritual—one he couldn’t give up. Only by rereading those messages from the past three years could he piece together the shifting tides of Willow’s feelings.

He especially treasured the messages from their first year of marriage. Back then, her texts came in a steady stream—sometimes five or six a day—little updates, photos, or random thoughts. She didn’t use many emojis, just words, and the occasional image to share a snippet of her day.

Unfortunately, all the photos and images she’d once sent had long since expired, leaving only the words behind. But even those words, typed by her own hand, felt precious now.

Beasley was grateful—more than grateful, really—that he’d merely locked Willow out of his life for a while, instead of deleting her entirely. If he’d gone that far, all these messages would have vanished too, and he’d have nothing left to hold onto.

His gaze drifted to Willow’s profile picture—a cartoonish panda, small and round, seen from behind. He found himself absently tapping her avatar, twice, just to see if anything happened. He was curious: did she still have that little “tagline” after her name?

To his surprise, she did.

Beasley squinted at the screen, reading the tiny text aloud under his breath: “You’re my star…”

You’re my star?

A memory flickered—back in high school, he’d entered a national science competition, and his winning project had been called “STAR: Adaptive Underwater Robotics System.” Could it be? Was her pen name “STAR” connected to that?

If it was, then was he the “star” she’d written about all along?

She had no energy to wonder why Beasley was suddenly poking around her WhatsApp profile. Instead, she quickly deleted the tagline, hands moving fast. When she’d first come back, she’d even considered changing her pen name altogether—she wanted nothing to do with him, not even a distant association.

After all, the idea for the name “STAR” had come from his old robotics project. It was a silly, secret way for a young girl to feel connected to someone she admired—even if he never knew.

In the end, she’d kept the name, realizing it meant more now; “STAR” belonged not only to her, but to every reader who followed her work. She couldn’t bring herself to hurt them by walking away from that name.

Once she’d deleted the tagline, Willow was about to open Zoe’s earlier message when Beasley tapped her profile picture again. This time, there was no tagline left to see. Willow smiled to herself, finally at ease.

Meanwhile, across the city at Opal Residences, Beasley sat bolt upright in bed, staring in disbelief at the now-blank space where her tagline had been. It was as if the sky had suddenly fallen in.