The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 142

Anne reached up, adjusting the flower crown on her head. Her eyes sparkled. “Evelynn made it for me.”

“Did you remember to say thank you?” The way the question came out, you’d think she was Anne’s mother.

Anne nodded. “I already did.”

Andrea stood and glanced at Felicia, her tone gentle. “You’re really talented.”

Felicia smiled softly. “I’m just glad Anne likes it.”

Anne dashed over to her dad, showing off the crown like it was the best thing in the world. Max looked at his daughter the way he always did, with a love so deep it was as if he could never give her enough.

Andrea watched them together. She tried to keep her feelings hidden, but Felicia noticed the shadow that crossed Andrea’s face. Sometimes a woman’s intuition just knows.

Andrea was jealous. She envied the way Max doted on Anne.

Sensing Felicia’s eyes on her, Andrea turned. Her face was calm again, as if nothing had happened. “Did you come here for work today?” she asked, glancing at the badge around Felicia’s neck.

Felicia nodded. “I’m here for an interview.”

“Oh, so you’re done now?”

It was clear what she meant. She wanted Felicia to leave.

Felicia could feel that. No matter how much she wanted more time with her daughter, she had no real reason to stay. She nodded, then turned to Max. “Mr. Hawthorne, I’ll take my leave now.”

Before Max could answer, Anne piped up, her voice urgent. “Daddy, can Evelynn have lunch with us?”

Felicia was startled. She’d already tried to gently turn Anne down, but she hadn’t expected Anne to ask her dad directly.

Max looked at Felicia, his dark eyes searching. Andrea watched her too, her expression wary.

Anne’s pleading eyes made Felicia’s chest tighten painfully. But she really couldn’t stay.

“Goodbye, Anne.”

She nodded to Max, then turned and walked away without looking back.

It wasn’t until she stepped outside the building that Felicia finally let go of the breath she’d been holding. She looked up at the sky, blinking hard, wiping at the corner of her eyes. Once she had herself together, she headed toward the parking lot.

She called Cameron while she walked. The phone rang, then connected.

“Cameron, did the court summons get sent out?”

“They should reach Mr. Hawthorne today,” Cameron replied.

“Alright. Thanks.”