The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 150

"Fine." Winona didn't argue.

Julian found a nearby café. Yves Prescott waited outside in the car while Julian and Winona took a booth inside, facing each other across the table.

It felt strangely surreal.

They'd been married for six years, yet this was the first time they'd ever sat down together for a meal or even just coffee.

Two months ago, when she'd finally worked up the courage to ask for a divorce, she'd also invited him to a family dinner—just the three of them, for old times' sake. He'd refused.

That day had been her birthday.

It was also Felicity's birthday.

Julian had chosen to celebrate with Felicity instead. He hadn't even allowed her that one last dinner as a family.

And now, here they were, across from each other, sharing coffee.

Wasn't it ironic?

Winona sat quietly, her gaze fixed somewhere over his shoulder, refusing to meet his eyes. There was no love left in her expression, but no real hatred, either—just a calm, steady emptiness.

Julian noticed it. She reminded him of a wildflower growing by the roadside—overlooked, trampled, but stubbornly alive, quietly blooming in her own unremarkable way.

Was this really the woman he'd married?

He realized, with a jolt, that he'd never truly known her at all.

"Would you like something to drink? I can order for you," he asked gently.

"No need, Mr. Nicholson. Whatever you have to say, please get to the point," she replied, her impatience barely concealed.

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