Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 319

Willow had to admit, she was impressed—he could throw his best friend under the bus without a second thought. If he could treat his own brother like that, how much more ruthless could he be with her?

A silent, bitter smile flickered across Willow’s lips.

“If you say so. Either way, I’ve already received the royalties, so the rest isn’t my concern,” she replied coolly.

Honestly, with the TV adaptation airing first, the movie was destined to be overshadowed. There was no way his precious childhood sweetheart was going to ride Willow’s work to stardom.

Just two days ago, the TV director emailed her: filming would wrap in about two weeks, and then it was on to perfecting the special effects. Willow was genuinely looking forward to seeing the finished show.

Beasley could tell she didn’t believe a word he said. Swallowing his frustration, he forced his voice to steady. “Time will prove I never lied to you.”

“Sure, I’ll believe it when I see it,” Willow said with a careless smile. “It’s getting late, and I have things to do. I’m hanging up.”

She ended the call without waiting for Beasley’s response.

With someone like him, courtesy and good manners were a waste of breath.

Listening to the dial tone echo in his ear, Beasley felt a sharp pang of emptiness settle in his chest. He had no idea how to make things right with a woman—especially not with one he’d hurt so deeply.

He’d never learned how to deal with girls. As a kid, bodyguards shielded him from the world, and when he grew up, his formidable reputation kept everyone at arm’s length. No one dared throw women at him, not even at business parties; his only companion was always his assistant, Xander.

Willow had been the one exception. And he’d resented it, resented her for breaking his rules and slipping past his defenses.

So he ignored her, treated her like she was invisible—just to make sure she understood the price of being the exception.

Now he was paying for it.

With a reluctant sigh, Beasley set his phone aside and stared at the stack of paperwork on his desk. Work used to be his only source of satisfaction, but now, his mood was constantly at the mercy of Willow’s whims.

He knew this wasn’t good. But by the time he realized it, it was already too late.

*

Meanwhile, in a supermarket parking lot across town—

Beasley had held Willow up for almost fifteen minutes. She hurried inside to pick out fresh groceries and fruit, then drove home.

By five thirty, she’d already cooked herself a light meal—just enough to settle her stomach before heading out. She had no intention of eating or drinking anything at the bar if she could help it.

Before leaving, she also made a quick call to check in with someone.

A little after six, Willow followed the address Zoe had texted her and drove to a bar across town. Ten minutes earlier, Zoe had messaged her on WhatsApp, saying she and her friends were already there, just waiting on her.

The bar was sandwiched between two universities, so most of the patrons were college students. But Willow noticed there were also quite a few foreigners—probably language instructors from the international college next door.

She smiled, slipped the small gift she’d brought into her purse, and headed inside.