The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 187

Felicity pressed her hand to her cheek, stunned, staring at Winona. "What… What did you just say? Who do you think you are? Who do you think I am?"

For three years, she had never once considered herself the "other woman."

She and Julian were truly in love. They understood each other perfectly, shared the same ambitions, admired and encouraged one another. Sure, the Shepherd family couldn't compete with the Nicholson family's wealth, but Felicity had never needed to rely on Julian to get by.

She'd always believed their relationship was as pure and unsullied as love could be.

Their love, in her mind, was sacred.

So Winona's existence had never even crossed her mind.

To Felicity, Winona might as well have been a sheet of tissue paper.

A thin, transparent one, at that.

But today, that transparent sheet had slapped her across the face—twice.

And in front of everyone, no less—telling her to get out and calling her a homewrecker.

How was she supposed to endure that?

Felicity's teeth chattered with rage. "You! How dare you hit me! And tell me to get lost? And claim whatever's between you and Julian is your own business? Winona, who do you think you are? Who gave you the nerve? Tell me, who gave you the right! You're just Yves Prescott's mistress—do you really think he'll back you up no matter what you do? You even dare to defy me!"

She knew, even as the words left her mouth, that she'd gone too far.

It made clear, for everyone to see, that she'd always looked down on Winona, always bullied her—so much so that Winona never dared fight back.

Regret hit Felicity immediately.

But anger and humiliation had driven her past reason.

Winona was in no mood to hold back, either.

She'd reached her breaking point, and it showed.

With a cold laugh, Winona shot back, "Are you a cop, or God Himself, that I have to obey your every word? I never wanted to get tangled up in this drama—what, you want us to claw at each other for a man? If you're not embarrassed, I am! Get out of here—just go, as far away as you can."

Her words dripped with contempt, making it perfectly clear just how little she thought of Felicity.

Suddenly, Felicity felt a sting of inferiority.

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