The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 135

"What did you just say?" Winona stared at Julian, certain she must have misheard.

She'd spent so long tracking him down for the divorce, only for Julian to dodge and stall at every turn. And now, out of nowhere, he was telling her—just like that—that they were getting divorced?

Julian didn't bother repeating himself.

He didn't even spare her a second glance. Instead, he walked straight into the club with Felicity at his side.

As he brushed past her, the cold indifference in his eyes stung more than any words could. In that moment, Winona felt as insignificant as the air around him—like she didn't even deserve to exist.

And the way he said it, as if he'd always wanted the divorce and she'd been the one clinging on, as if he was finally breaking free of her—she almost laughed out loud at the absurdity.

Winona had always prided herself on keeping her emotions in check, but right then, Julian's gall almost made her laugh.

She wanted to chase after him, to block his path and demand, "Why? On what grounds? I was the one who asked for the divorce ages ago—you're the one who's been stalling! How do you have the nerve to act like this is all your idea?"

But she didn't.

This marriage should have ended long ago. Whether she filed or he did, it didn't really matter anymore.

Knowing Julian's coldness toward her, she already expected he wouldn't give her a cent of their shared assets. The divorce agreement she'd drafted didn't even ask for anything.

So she just stayed silent.

As Julian's back receded, Winona called out in an even, almost casual voice, "What time?"

What time?

He hadn't even thought about that.

He had a property auction to attend tomorrow morning at city hall. By the time that wrapped up, the office would be closed. If they did it in the afternoon, the earliest would be two.

But why was she so calm about it?

Shouldn't she be rushing after him, breaking down in tears, begging, "Julian, we've been married for six years, our child is all grown up—I won't divorce you! Even if it kills me to stay in the Nicholson family, I'll never let you go!"

That's how he'd always imagined she would react.

Why else would she have clung to him all those times before?

But now, she wasn't doing any of that. No hysterics, no tears, no chasing after him to block the door.

He was genuinely caught off guard.

And, oddly, it left him unsettled. He couldn't help himself—he turned back to look at her.

Winona's expression was calm, not a ripple of emotion on her face. She repeated, "What time?"

"Two o'clock," he replied.

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