The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 67

Winona regarded the man before her with a cool, composed expression.

He stood as tall as Julian, with striking features and an air of uprightness about him. Everything about him suggested he was a good man, a doctor with integrity and a strong sense of responsibility.

Yet it was clear he harbored a deep prejudice against Winona.

"Mr. McCarthy, before Felicity's birthday party, had you ever met me?" Winona's voice was steady as she asked the question.

"Why would I have?" Xander shot back, his tone tinged with suspicion and obvious disdain.

"If you didn't know me, then on what grounds do you keep insisting I'm trying to sabotage Felicity and Julian's relationship, Mr. McCarthy?" Winona's calm never faltered; she simply asked, her voice level and even.

That was her nature—unruffled, self-possessed, her emotions always tightly in check. It was a trait forged when her world was upended at sixteen, forcing her to grow up overnight.

"At the party, I saw you with my own eyes—in the hallway, in Julian's arms. If that was just a coincidence, then what about today? You knew Julian and Felicity would be here, and yet you came anyway?" Xander pressed.

And yes—Winona was here because of Julian.

"That's right," she admitted plainly.

"You—" Xander was momentarily lost for words, thrown off by her candor.

He gave a cold laugh, then sighed, his tone growing sharper, righteous anger seeping into every word. "A woman like you could never understand what Felicity's been through—the pain, the trials, the years it took for her to rise from the ashes. Everything remarkable about her, she earned ten times over, through sheer effort.

Do you honestly think Julian loves her just because she's beautiful?

You're wrong.

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