The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 100

Despite the sudden turn of events, Felicity didn't panic or lose her composure. Instead, she simply offered a polite smile to everyone present, slipped backstage to change into a new evening gown, and returned to the party to continue greeting guests as if nothing had happened.

Such inner strength and quiet dignity—how could someone like Winona ever hope to compare?

"Tomorrow I'm officially asking her for a divorce," Julian murmured, drawing Felicity closer and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Felicity's voice was warm and understanding. "Julian, I know how you feel."

After she spoke, she nestled even tighter into his embrace, her contempt for Winona quietly deepening.

She'd never encountered a woman as shameless as Winona. A married woman, brazenly flaunting herself at a public event to seduce another man—Winona truly was one of a kind, and not in a good way.

But that wasn't all.

Winona managed to parade this disgrace around as if it were a badge of honor, strolling arm-in-arm with Yves Prescott through the ballroom, letting her family run wild at a birthday celebration.

It was… astonishing, really.

Then again, perhaps it wasn't so hard to understand. This was a woman who hadn't even finished high school, someone entirely untouched by the most basic rules of society.

If Winona were even a little more refined, she would never have stooped so low as to make a public spectacle of herself just to attract a man's attention.

Ignorance, as they say, knows no fear.

Felicity wouldn't have been surprised if, one day, she saw Winona stripping her clothes off in broad daylight just to make a quick buck with some sleazy contractor on the street. People like her—barely more self-aware than animals—felt no shame at all.

So, although Winona had made a mess of her grandmother's birthday banquet today, Felicity refused to give her a second thought.

She and Julian stood side by side, graciously seeing off wave after wave of guests.

Many of them paused before leaving to offer quiet words of support. "Mr. Nicholson, Miss Shepherd, don't lower yourselves to her level. She's nothing but a clown, parading her own disgrace as if it were something to boast about. How ridiculous."

Felicity would just smile politely. "You're absolutely right."

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