The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 284

"And yet, he stalled for two whole months. As if that wasn't enough, whenever I tried to ask him when we could finalize the divorce, he would publicly accuse me of harassing him, blocking me from seeing him at every turn. That's why it has dragged on until now!" Winona continued.

"That is one of the reasons I requested this live stream today."

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!" Outside the courthouse, in a public square, a girl stared at her phone, muttering curses under her breath. "So that's what happened! This is a fucking plot twist! It's not just messy, it's a goddamn frame-up!"

"So the woman the entire internet has been calling a 'professional mistress' is actually Julian's wife? They've been married for six years and have a child together? And she asked for a divorce three months ago, but he was the one playing games? What the fuck!"

"If that's true, then what does that make Felicity Shepherd, the so-called 'Outstanding Youth of the Year'?" a nurse on her break commented, glued to her phone at a hospital station.

"The bitch of the century, that's what! I saw that Felicity woman at a charity gala, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Julian while they ganged up on the real wife. I had no idea Winona was his wife back then; we all thought she was some shameless homewrecker. Turns out Felicity is the other woman. God, she's a good actress! Her bullshit is so next-level it's almost impressive," another nurse laughed hysterically.

"You know, before Winona got saddled with that 'professional mistress' label, I saw her here at our hospital, helping us during an emergency. She gave mouth-to-mouth to an old woman in her nineties. I don't get how she suddenly became public enemy number one overnight," a third nurse wondered aloud.

"It's obvious, isn't it? It was a smear campaign."

Outside the courtroom, nearly everyone watching the stream was stunned into silence. Of course, the only people with time to watch were those who weren't busy.

People like Clayton Foster, who was constantly traveling between Port City and Greenwood City, were completely oblivious. In fact, Clayton had spent the last two days plotting how to crush Winona for good. He had just returned from a trip and went straight to the retirement community construction site.

Bursting into the office, he said excitedly to a group of engineers, "I trust that cheap mistress Winona hasn't been causing trouble these past couple of days? A mistress is a mistress. We can't let her get away with harassing Miss Shepherd and disrupting our work!"

"Mr. Foster, maybe you should open your eyes and watch this," one of the technicians said, pushing a tablet in front of him.