Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 317

“If Dorothy really missed me, you know she’d just pick up the phone herself. That’s who she is—she doesn’t need you playing messenger.” Willow’s tone was cold as ice, cutting straight through his weak excuse without mercy.

On the other end, Beasley swallowed hard. Even after getting called out so bluntly, he couldn’t bring himself to hang up. He clung to the line, desperate to catch every syllable of her voice, stretching out this connection for as long as he could.

“I, uh, actually had a long chat with your father the other day,” Beasley stammered, scrambling for any topic that would let him keep her on the phone, if only for another minute.

“Oh? Did you now?” Willow’s reply was flat, bordering on dismissive—she clearly didn’t give a damn about his so-called conversation.

Sensing she might hang up at any second, Beasley rushed to explain. “Your dad told me, ‘Once a cheater, always a cheater.’ I get where he’s coming from, and honestly, I agree—but I haven’t cheated on you!”

Willow almost laughed out loud. This man’s ability to lie had really leveled up.

She played along, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Of course you haven’t cheated. You’ve just never been interested in me in the first place. That’s all.”

Beasley tried to read her tone, searching for even a scrap of genuine feeling. All he found was mockery and contempt.

The realization clenched painfully in his chest.

“I swear, I never had an affair!” His voice cracked with urgency. “Fine, I’ll admit it—I never really saw you that way before, but now, I—”

“Stop.” Willow cut him off, her disgust undisguised. “Don’t tell me you’ve suddenly fallen in love with me, Beasley.”

“That kind of line—you could tell it to the devil and even he’d laugh himself sick.”

She knew perfectly well Beasley would never say something so sappy. Twisting his words was just her way of making him uncomfortable, getting under his skin.

But to Willow, his explanations were just empty words—lies, no matter how he dressed them up. She wouldn’t believe a single thing he said, not even if he tried to play the wounded victim.

“So, what, you called me tonight just to say all this?” she asked, her voice eerily calm. The distance in her tone sent a chill through Beasley that he couldn’t shake.

Everything was different now—irreversibly so. The girl who used to be all sunshine and devotion, the one who learned to cook just for him and spent weeks designing the perfect birthday gift—he’d smothered her with his own hands.

“Why won’t you just believe me?” His voice was raw, almost pleading. “Can you at least tell me why?”

“And last time, I…” Beasley trailed off, lost for words, unable or unwilling to finish the thought.

“Last time what?” Willow snapped, losing patience. “If you’ve got something to say, just spit it out.”