The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 107

“Mr. Hawthorne, here’s the divorce agreement signed by Ms. Ross.”

The lawyer set the document on Max’s desk.

Five years ago, Greg had reached out to Max’s office about the divorce. Max had been the one to suggest it in the first place, but now it was Felicia who seemed desperate to get it over with. That fact alone rubbed Max the wrong way.

“If she wants a divorce, she can come talk to me herself,” he had said at the time.

And with that, the old agreement was tossed aside. Five years slipped by, but on paper, they were still married.

Now Max stared down at the new divorce papers, his eyes cold as ice. “Where is she?” His voice was quiet, but it had an edge.

The lawyer hesitated. “Ms. Ross asked me to handle everything. If you won’t sign, Mr. Hawthorne, we’ll have to go to court.”

The room seemed to chill even more. Max let out a bitter, mocking laugh. “I’d like to see her try.”

The lawyer left.

A little later, Anne came to find her father. She caught a glimpse of his stormy mood, even though he quickly pulled himself together.

“Daddy, have some candy.” Anne held up her tiny hand, a sweet sitting in her palm.

Max bent down so she could pop the candy into his mouth.

“Don’t be mad, Daddy. Anne will stay with you,” she promised.

Max lifted her up and settled her on his lap. “I’m not mad.”

Just then, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen. Andrea.

*

As soon as he stepped outside the office building, the lawyer called Felicia.

About fifteen minutes later, her Ferrari rolled to a stop in front of a private restaurant.

Felicia stepped out, her heels clicking on the pavement. The wind lifted her long hair, and the setting sun gave her delicate features a golden glow.

She closed the car door, grabbed her purse, and walked toward the entryway.

The place was busy tonight. As soon as she stepped inside, people noticed her.

She wore black shorts that showed off her long, toned legs and a white, fitted blouse that hugged her slim waist. Her beauty was striking, almost too perfect, and she carried herself with a cool, confident grace.

Someone tried to strike up a conversation, clearly not the average diner. Felicia just smiled and turned him down, walking into the main hall without missing a beat.

A waiter hurried over to greet her. Even though he saw plenty of beautiful girls here, there was something about Felicia that made him pause for a split second. Still, he kept it professional.

She gave him the name for her reservation, and he led her straight to the private dining room.