Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 126

Wiona spotted him almost instantly in the crowd. Taylor. The same Taylor she’d lost to in that fateful competition years ago.

Conrad noticed the look in her eyes and leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. “Ms. Morgan, people like him pick up on everything. You don’t want to get caught staring.”

Wiona snapped herself out of it, forcing her eyes away. “So, this is the big show you wanted me to see tonight?”

Conrad placed a gentle hand on her back and, with a smooth turn, guided her toward a quieter spot away from the crush of people.

“What’s the hurry?” he said with a soft smile. “The best part hasn’t even started yet.”

Wiona’s mind drifted back to the past. She remembered how she and Taylor had put everything on the line for that competition. Their mentors’ reputations, their own careers, everything that mattered to them as artists.

And she had lost.

Taylor and her mentor Bronwen belonged to rival schools. They were always competing, trading wins and losses. When Wiona joined Bronwen’s side, things shifted. Bronwen’s school started winning, overshadowing Taylor’s for years. Then out of nowhere, Bronwen left her behind, no explanation, just packed up her family and moved abroad. She never came back. If Cassian hadn’t been there, Wiona might have completely fallen apart. But later, she chose to get married, and even Cassian left Stonehill.

No matter what, Bronwen was still her most respected mentor. So when Taylor began spreading rumors that Bronwen was a fraud, claiming her competition entries were all thanks to under-the-table deals, and daring Wiona to face him again, she couldn’t back down. She accepted the challenge.

She lost. It was the hardest defeat of her life. And when she saw Taylor’s painting, she had to admit he was better that day.

She felt like she’d brought shame to Bronwen and her entire school. After that, Wiona put down her brushes and gave up on being an artist, just like that.

Conrad noticed the shadow on her face and guessed she was trapped in old memories. He gently led her off the dance floor and handed her a glass of juice. She drank it all in a few quick sips, not realizing that Jace, who’d just left the dance floor too, was watching her from across the room.

That silhouette looked just like Wiona. But wasn’t she supposed to be at the family estate? And she’d never be here with another man.

While Jace was lost in thought, Kellen, still on a high from earlier, nudged him. “Jace, you heard what Taylor said, right? He said my painting was actually pretty good, and I might even have some talent. I can’t believe he gave me so much credit. If only I’d started painting young, I could have been just as good as W.”

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