Boss, Your Ex-Wife is Unreachable Now! novel Chapter 7

Willow was calling him out.

This man, cold and unfeeling as he was toward her, was the very picture of a dutiful son.

Otherwise, he never would have swallowed his pride and married her in the first place—if not for his mother's insistence.

Beasley's eyes were as icy as ever, his voice no warmer. "Fine. I'll tell them myself."

Alistair, who had been listening anxiously from the side, finally let out a sigh of relief.

He'd been so afraid President Windsor might waver—after all, President Windsor's mother, Mrs. Dorothy, absolutely doted on Willow.

Now he could finally relax.

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Divorce procedures weren't all that complicated. As long as the paperwork was in order and there was no property to divide, the whole thing went fairly quickly.

When it was Willow and Beasley's turn, just before stamping the papers, the clerk followed protocol and asked, "You don't have any children, correct?"

Standing next to Beasley to get this done was already more than Willow could stomach. Hearing the word "children" suddenly dredged up some of her worst memories.

She doubled over, gagging.

The clerk, startled, blurted out, "Are you...pregnant?"

Beasley shot a glance at the woman beside him, still retching, his expression growing even frostier.

"Sir, you really should take your wife to the hospital for a checkup," the clerk added. "Even if it's not pregnancy, she's clearly not well."

Before Beasley could respond, Willow quickly waved her hand. "No, no need. I'm not pregnant."

But her voice was hoarse and weak.

Anyone could see how much that moment had cost her.

The clerk eyed them both, unconvinced, the stamp hovering in midair.

She realized that, now the divorce was final, even standing this close to him didn't make her feel quite so sick. At least she could hold it together and not throw up.

"Aren't you the one who wanted a clean break?" His chilly gaze flicked deliberately to her still-flat stomach. "If you get a doctor's note, it'll save us both a lot of trouble."

Willow's eyes widened; only now did she realize what he meant by sending her to the hospital.

This bastard actually thought she might be pregnant?

Didn't he know whether she was or not?

Or did he suspect it was another man's child…

The thought made Willow ball her fists, her whole body trembling with anger.

"If you want a checkup, go get it yourself!"

With that, she ignored him completely and strode away without another word.