"This morning, ma'am had an appointment at Metropolitan Hospital. She saw a specialist in clinical psychology," Sanford reported.
Beasley pulled the towel from his shoulder, his sharp features tightening with a faint frown. "Clinical psychology?"
She went to see a therapist?
"Keep monitoring her hospital appointments," Beasley instructed. "And send me the name of that specialist."
A few moments later, Sanford's text popped up on Beasley's phone. He glanced at it, pocketed the device, and headed upstairs for a shower.
He'd worked up a sweat during his morning run, and a hot shower would do him good. But even as the warm water cascaded over his face and body, his mind wandered back to Willow's therapy visit.
Was the divorce really that hard on her? Or was there something else behind this?
Maybe she was struggling with what to do about the baby. Or was she worried that the real identity of STAR might be exposed?
In the beginning, she'd kept her identity as STAR a secret because of their hidden marriage. But now, with a child on the way, if the truth came out, the backlash would be enormous.
Online sleuths would dig up everything. If news of her pregnancy before marriage surfaced, it could spiral out of her control—either a blessing or a curse.
Beasley had to admit: he was starting to feel a spark of interest. Not in Willow, exactly, but in the woman behind Sudden Dawn and other acclaimed sci-fi epics—STAR, the novelist.
A person's private life didn't diminish their talent. He could separate the two, especially now that they were divorced. Her personal affairs were no longer his concern.
It was Sunday, and Beasley had the day off at home. York had tried to rope him into attending the Sudden Dawn film script reading at the Grand International Gardens Hotel that morning, but Beasley declined.
"That's right. Beasley's putting a lot into it," York replied, defending his friend while simultaneously grumbling about him internally.
Rosamund had been back in the country for weeks, but still hadn't seen Beasley once.
Last time, York had tried to arrange a meeting at Windsor Manor under the pretense of visiting family friends, but fate—or Beasley's avoidance—kept them apart.
Not that Rosamund minded. She knew Beasley had never loved Willow. He'd only ended up with her under pressure from his mother. Otherwise, the two were like parallel lines—never meant to intersect.
Now, with the divorce final, Rosamund was in no hurry.
What mattered now was making this film a triumph, earning more accolades and applause. She was determined to prove to Beasley—and to everyone else—that she was the woman who truly belonged by his side.

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