The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 453

The officer stared at the documents in Winona's hand—a property deed, legal papers, and proof of guardianship. He looked from the papers to her, a mix of confusion and dawning understanding in his eyes. "This is… your home?"

"It's my personal asset, which I have legally gifted to my five-year-old daughter, Tiana. The deed is solely in Tiana's name," Winona explained calmly. "And this is the documentation for the transfer of ownership to my daughter."

The officer glanced at the wreckage in the room, at the family huddled on the floor, and at the pregnant woman at Winona's feet. "Then… who are they?"

"I have no idea," Winona said, her voice dripping with innocence. "I don't come here often. This is where my daughter and her father live. But my daughter was just kicked out, told that monsters and a witch had moved in. So, Officer, you're telling me that when I find a group of strangers living in my own home, eating my food and throwing my child out, I'm supposed to just surrender?"

The Shepherds stared in collective shock.

Felicity was the first to find her voice, her tone incredulous. "Are you saying… this villa, my husband's villa, belongs to you?"

"Ma'am, I don't care who your husband is," Winona shot back. "All I'll say is that when my ex-husband and I divorced, it was broadcast live for the entire city to see. Everyone in Greenwood City knows he left with nothing. His house, all his cash—it all became mine! And that includes this house!"

She continued, her voice ringing with authority. "My ex-husband was supposed to move out, but my daughter was used to living here. He asked me to reconsider, and for my daughter's sake, I allowed them to stay. To make things easier for her, I transferred the property into her name!"

"Any questions?"

Felicity was speechless, her mouth hanging open.

The officers who had been about to arrest Winona paused. No one was a fool. After that brief exchange, the picture was crystal clear: this house belonged to the first wife. The woman living here now was the other woman, along with her entire family. Not only had they moved in, but they had also kicked out the original wife's daughter. And to top it all off, the house was legally in the daughter's name. The true owner of this entire villa was a five-year-old girl named Tiana.

Old Mr. Shepherd, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up. "Winona… was my granddaughter. We disowned her. The pregnant one is my current granddaughter. My current granddaughter… took my former granddaughter's husband. This place… this was where my former granddaughter lived with her husband and child."

Though the old man's explanation was convoluted, the police understood perfectly.

To put it in simpler, more dramatic terms: a family with two daughters favored the younger one and cast out the elder. The elder one got married and started a family, only for the younger sister to steal her husband. Then, the younger sister moved into the elder's house and kicked out the child from the first marriage.

The lead officer glanced at Henrietta, who had taken the worst of the beating. This was a messy situation. He turned to Winona and said sternly, "Even if this is a family dispute, you need to resolve it peacefully! You can't resort to violence. You're all family—think about the damage you're causing! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Officer. I understand," Winona replied obediently.