The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 15

Felicia lay on her side, hand gently covering her belly, feeling the faint kicks of her baby. Little by little, her emotions settled. Still, Kennedy’s words echoed in her mind. Max really hated the child growing inside her. Even if Miranda cared, once Miss Curtis gave birth to a Hawthorne heir, how much would anyone pay attention to Felicia’s baby? She didn’t dare let her thoughts go any further. She couldn’t leave her child alone to face a family that never wanted them. She had to leave with her daughter, and she made up her mind right then.

A knock at the door pulled her back to reality. She sat up, swung her legs over the bed, and shuffled to the door. Marian’s sharp face greeted her. “Mr. Hawthorne wants to see you.”

Felicia walked to the living room, heart pounding. Max was on the sofa, looking cold and stern. Even though she’d braced herself, the force of his presence made her tense up. She kept her eyes low, steps faltering as she approached. She stopped in front of him, bracing for the scolding she expected, but instead, his words were even colder. “Finish these documents before you sleep.”

He stood up and walked toward the dining room, not giving her a second glance. Felicia stared at the huge stack of files on the coffee table. It was obvious he didn’t plan on letting her rest tonight. In his eyes, she wasn’t a pregnant woman—she wasn’t even a person. He really did hate her.

Her hands clenched into fists. Suddenly, she spun around and called out, voice trembling but clear. “I’ve already turned in my resignation. I’m done.”

Max stopped. He turned, his eyes icy as they landed on her. Felicia forced herself to meet his gaze, even though it sent a chill down her spine.

“I won’t say it again.”

Max paused, his expression growing even colder.

Felicia stepped outside. A blast of cold wind hit her, making her shiver. She wasn’t wearing a coat. Her phone and car keys were locked in her room. She looked back at the villa, the wind drying the tears on her face. She hugged herself, eyes red, and turned away, walking slowly down the empty path under the streetlights.

She moved through the cold, her thin clothes no match for the wind, her pregnant belly obvious to anyone who saw her. Cars drove past and the people inside couldn’t help but stare. There were only eighteen villas in this neighborhood, homes of the wealthy and well-connected. Everyone knew who Felicia was. They’d all heard the stories about her and Max. Max was too perfect for this ugly woman. Of course he never wanted to come home. Seeing her like this, stumbling through the cold with nothing but her pride, nobody felt sorry for her.