The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 311

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Clayton Foster wrung his hands, his face flushing red and then turning pale. He struggled to find the right words.

Seeing Winona about to leave, he blocked her path. "Mrs. Nicholson, about that…"

"The moment I left that courtroom yesterday, I stopped being Mrs. Nicholson. The divorce was finalized on the spot. Julian and I have no relationship anymore," Winona said, her expression a mixture of calmness and disgust as she looked at him.

"Miss Perkins, I didn't know before."

"Let me ask you, Mr. Foster, whether I was Mrs. Nicholson or whatever I am to Yves Prescott, what does that have to do with you?"

"You're right, you're right. It has nothing to do with me."

"Then why were you so hostile towards me?" Winona pressed.

Clayton was speechless.

"Wasn't it because you assumed I was a mistress? Because in your eyes, Felicity is so noble and pure, so you felt compelled to hate anyone she hated? You thought that with the combined power of the Foster and Nicholson families, dealing with Yves Prescott would be a piece of cake. And since I was just his mistress, you figured even if you crushed me, he wouldn't care. Isn't that right?"

"No… that's not…" Clayton tried to deny it, but he couldn't.

Everything Winona said was true.

All he could do was repeat, "It was all my fault, Miss Perkins."

"Mr. Foster, with which eye did you see me in bed with Yves Prescott? And with which eye did you see him buy that land in the western suburbs specifically for our little trysts? Mr. Foster, when you said those things about me, I was, in fact, Mrs. Nicholson. Weren't you afraid my husband would stab you for it?"

Clayton felt beads of sweat form on his forehead. His heart pounded in his chest. He stole a glance at Julian, whose face was as dark as a thundercloud.

"Let's put it this way, Mr. Foster. If I were Julian's older sister, Shera Nicholson, and if Shera had come to the construction site with Yves Prescott to bid on the land, would you have dared to humiliate her so recklessly? No, you wouldn't! Even if you knew for a fact that she was Yves Prescott's mistress, you wouldn't have dared, because you would have been afraid of Julian."