The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 466

Her voice was thick with endless sorrow. "Now you understand why I could design a retirement project like that, and why I'm not afraid of anyone copying my style. It's because I've never had anyone to help me. I've always been alone, and I'm the only one who knows how much I've suffered. I was handed the villain's script in life. Neither Julian nor Frank ever helped me, even though one was my husband and the other was the husband of someone I saved."

"They always saw me as the troublemaker. All I could do was lick my wounds in private and learn to protect myself."

Tears welled up in her eyes, clinging to her long lashes before falling silently. Even the newly arrived police officers, who knew nothing of the situation, couldn't bring themselves to blame her.

"Winona, I... I'm sorry," Julian said, his voice heavy.

"Nona... I... Mr. Frank... I'm sorry, my child..." Frank sobbed, his face a mess of tears.

Even Xander, who had been helping her uncover the truth, looked at her with pain. "Winona, you're not the villain. You're not in a script. Your life wasn't written by anyone else. You forged your own path. Despite all the hardship, you made it through. You've never wronged anyone. In fact, you took in a deaf boy, an elderly woman, Mia Summers... isn't that right?"

Winona's tears flowed faster. She choked back a sob. "Who could possibly understand people like us? Abandoned by our families, uneducated. Me, my grandmother, Mia, Zane... we're all castoffs. We're the only ones who don't judge each other. We huddle together for warmth."

Her words left everyone in a pained, heavy silence.

Winona turned a cold gaze on Felicity. "Since you claim I'm a fraud, please point out who I've defrauded. Have I ever taken a single cent from you?"

Before Felicity could respond, Frank addressed the police. "Over the past six months, this woman, Felicity, has taken cash, jewelry, clothes, and handbags from me under various pretenses, totaling over one hundred and fifty million. I want her to rot in prison!"

The lead officer looked at Felicity. "Is what he's saying true?"

Felicity stammered, "I... I spent over a hundred million of his money, but he's my unc—"

The officer cut her off, commanding his subordinate, "Cuff her. Take her away."