Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 4

Ablitt's dark eyes lit up. "Three years ago? That's two whole years before that article accusing you of plagiarism even came out!"

Willow nodded. "That's right. But I still need some time to track down proof of the leak."-

In her previous life, when Ablitt had called to arrange a meeting, she'd turned him down. Beasley was threatening her with divorce, her nerves were shot, and she simply couldn't bring herself to deal with these baseless accusations. She'd only asked Ablitt over the phone to handle the legal response—whatever needed to be done, just do it. She hadn't plagiarized, so she wasn't worried about the verdict.

And sure enough, just as she'd expected, the court found no evidence of plagiarism. The accuser was ordered to print a public apology in the press.

But the lawsuit had dragged on for two whole years. In that time, her new book was boycotted and pulled from shelves; online, supporters and detractors waged war in the comment sections. The damage to her reputation and finances was irreversible.

To make amends, Willow had voluntarily compensated the Editorial Department and the publisher for their financial losses—and after that, she'd put down her pen for good.

But this time around, she wasn't going to let anyone drag her name through the mud. Nor would she let the person who tried get off scot-free.

With a plan forming, Willow didn't even bother to finish her coffee—she was eager to get back and act on this lead.

Ablitt, recognizing the gravity of the situation, didn't try to keep her. After settling the bill, the two of them prepared to leave together.

But as soon as they stepped out of the private booth, a hyperactive kid barreled past, sending a cup of coffee flying and splattering all over Willow's blouse. A large stain spread across her left shoulder. Resigned, she accepted Ablitt's offer to drive her back to her hotel.

Before they left, Ablitt gallantly shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it around Willow's shoulders. They walked out of the café side by side, chatting and laughing as they headed for the car.

Across the street, York had just stepped out of Silverton and caught the whole scene.

"Am I seeing things? Beasley, look over there!"

"I will," Willow replied.

After that, Ablitt fastened his seatbelt, started the engine, and drove her safely back to the hotel.

Once in her room, Willow put aside everything else and focused on the most pressing matter—tracking down the archived manuscript from three years ago.

By the time she came up for air, the sky outside had faded to a dusky gold.

Night was coming.

Willow paused, picked up her phone, and dialed a number.