Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 298

Beasley had explained so much, but he couldn’t tell if Klein had actually listened.

When Beasley mentioned “STAR,” Klein couldn’t help but wonder—did Beasley know that Willa was STAR after all?

Back then, even he hadn’t known Willa’s secret.

But none of that mattered anymore.

He trusted his daughter. Whatever she wanted, that was all that mattered to him.

“If you truly want to make things right for Willa, the best thing you can do is stay away from her. Don’t reach out, don’t bother her again.”

After a long silence, Klein finally spoke.

Beasley’s heart sank.

He couldn’t accept that answer.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Klein, but I can’t give up—not until I understand what really happened.”

Klein hadn’t expected such stubbornness. He frowned. “You say all this was just a misunderstanding, but your family’s attitude toward Willa—was that a misunderstanding too?”

He pressed on, his voice cold. “And in the three years you two were married, I never once saw you show her any affection. If there’s no love, isn’t it better for both of you to part ways?”

Beasley couldn’t find words to argue back.

His treatment of Willow before had been truly terrible. That much he couldn’t deny.

But Willow had loved him so much—she’d held on for three years, never giving up. Now, suddenly, she’d let go and seemed terrified of him. Something must have happened. He needed to know what.

“I’m sorry, but I’ll say it again: I want to make amends. I won’t let anything stop me from trying.”

Beasley’s resolve showed in every word.

[I’m really sorry about today.]

After sending those two messages, Beasley wanted to ask if Willow had misunderstood his relationship with Rosamund. But he decided it would be better to talk to her face-to-face. He needed to see her reaction, to read her emotions—something no text could convey.

Besides, she might not reply at all. Not even a single punctuation mark.

Leaning back in the driver’s seat, Beasley felt his emotions churning.

It was so hard just to get a chance to talk with her now.

Maybe this was the struggle Willow had faced every single day during their three years of marriage.

He let out a self-deprecating laugh, a dull ache twisting in his chest—not for himself, but for the woman Willow used to be.

His mother had been right that day. Now, at last, he regretted it all.