The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 150

"Fine." Winona didn't argue.

Julian found a nearby café. Yves Prescott waited outside in the car while Julian and Winona took a booth inside, facing each other across the table.

It felt strangely surreal.

They'd been married for six years, yet this was the first time they'd ever sat down together for a meal or even just coffee.

Two months ago, when she'd finally worked up the courage to ask for a divorce, she'd also invited him to a family dinner—just the three of them, for old times' sake. He'd refused.

That day had been her birthday.

It was also Felicity's birthday.

Julian had chosen to celebrate with Felicity instead. He hadn't even allowed her that one last dinner as a family.

And now, here they were, across from each other, sharing coffee.

Wasn't it ironic?

Winona sat quietly, her gaze fixed somewhere over his shoulder, refusing to meet his eyes. There was no love left in her expression, but no real hatred, either—just a calm, steady emptiness.

Julian noticed it. She reminded him of a wildflower growing by the roadside—overlooked, trampled, but stubbornly alive, quietly blooming in her own unremarkable way.

Was this really the woman he'd married?

He realized, with a jolt, that he'd never truly known her at all.

"Would you like something to drink? I can order for you," he asked gently.

"No need, Mr. Nicholson. Whatever you have to say, please get to the point," she replied, her impatience barely concealed.

Without waiting for a reply, she turned to leave.

"Winona!" He was quicker—he stood and blocked her path, grabbing her arm. "I know I've wronged you. All these years, I never really talked to you. But we're here now. Let's talk. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, anything you need, I'll do it. I promise."

As they struggled, neither of them noticed Frank and Xander standing outside the café, watching through the window.

Frank's face was a stormy green. He didn't blame Julian for anything; all his resentment was focused on Winona. "See? That woman's finally got her hooks into him. She's playing the part of the refined lady, but it's all just an act—she's been scheming to get close to him, and now she's succeeded."

Xander pulled out his phone, dialing Felicity in a hurry. "No way—I have to warn Felly. She needs to watch her back with Winona around. That woman would stoop to anything—she has no shame."

Outside, the two of them watched the scene unfold while frantically trying to reach Felicity.

Inside, Winona yanked her arm out of Julian's grasp, her voice icy. "Make it up to me? Julian, how about you start by not hurting me for once? I don't want your apologies, or your compensation. All I want is to never have anything to do with you or your daughter ever again. Is that too much to ask?"