The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 136

That night, Winona sat alone in her bedroom and cried for a long time.

No one could possibly understand the storm of emotions inside her.

She didn't love Julian anymore.

It had been two months since she'd asked him for a divorce, yet Julian acted as if she were the one clinging desperately to him.

Six years of marriage—surely she'd earned at least a little credit in the Nicholson family, if not for her achievements, then at least for all she'd endured.

But did Julian really have to treat her like this?

***

The next morning, Winona stood in front of her wardrobe for a long time.

In the end, she chose a strikingly luxurious, ever-so-slightly provocative fur coat, pairing it with form-fitting jeans and knee-high boots that made her long legs look absolutely endless.

The fur draped over her shoulders gave her an air of effortless wealth, laced with just a hint of playful charm.

Dressed to the nines, she stared at her reflection and muttered, "Yves Prescott, once this project is secured, I won't say another word to you."

When Yves Prescott arrived to pick her up, he was visibly stunned by her appearance.

He couldn't help but notice—Winona always managed to surprise him.

Once, he'd been amazed by how stubbornly she clung to Julian.

Later, she'd startled him with how heartbreakingly haggard she looked, like a ghost haunting her own life.

But now, every time he saw her, she seemed even more beautiful than the last.

Sometimes, Yves found himself inwardly mocking Julian.

What an idiot.

He had a wife who was both brilliant and beautiful, yet he tossed her aside for someone like Felicity—a woman all shine and no substance.

But none of that mattered, because Winona loved Julian, not him.

"Get in," Yves barked, his tone as icy and intimidating as ever, daring anyone to cross him.

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