Felicity, was so aggrieved she was on the verge of a complete breakdown.
The confidence, the radiance, the pride, the energy—it was all gone. To say she looked like a defeated, helpless victim with no strength left to fight, only to lament her suffering, would be accurate.
But was she truly a helpless victim?
A cold, mirthless smile played in Xander's mind.
Perhaps there really were people in this world who operated from a core belief that they were always in the right. They convinced themselves they hadn't harmed anyone, they hadn't screamed profanities in the street, they hadn't cheated anyone in business, they hadn't sowed discord among friends or family.
Like Felicity, who had been a hardworking, golden girl her whole life.
And so, she saw herself as an unimpeachable saint.
It was because, in her mind, she never saw Winona as a person, a human being with rights.
Perhaps, from the day she met Winona at sixteen, she had branded her with an original sin.
Winona had usurped her wealthy parents.
Winona's parents were so poor they didn't even own shoes in their backwater village.
Therefore, from birth, Winona owed her.
Winona owed her for her parents.
Winona owed her for her boyfriend.
For Winona to expose her was proof of her evil, manipulative nature—a bad seed to the core.
All of this was based on Felicity's self-centered perspective. She believed Winona was so wicked she deserved to die, and no one could tell her otherwise.
Maybe, in her heart, Winona never deserved to be alive in the first place.
That's why she never considered what a blow it must have been for sixteen-year-old Winona to suddenly lose her parents and become a stray overnight.
She never considered that Winona and Julian had been legally married for six years!


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