The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 29

Felicia felt her heart skip a beat. She dropped her gaze, pretending to focus on the velvet box in her hands. Any day now, Max would toss her out. Did Miranda really not know about the divorce? Maybe Max hadn’t told his family yet, but honestly, what difference did it make?

Miranda chatted with Max, but every now and then she’d turn and ask Felicia a question. The shift in Miranda’s attitude was obvious. It all came down to the fact that Felicia was carrying the Hawthorne family’s only daughter.

“Look at you, your belly gets bigger every day. It must be tough to keep working. Just stay home and focus on taking care of yourself, alright? Don’t bother going to the office anymore.”

Miranda knew that Felicia was still working at Max’s company. Felicia nodded obediently. “Okay, Grandma.”

Dinner was just the four of them: Brysen, Miranda, Max, and Felicia. Felicia didn’t sit next to Max, choosing the seat directly across from him. Miranda noticed, though she didn’t say anything. In the past, whenever Felicia was at the manor, she’d been so careful and eager to please Max—always watching his reactions, trying to make herself small and invisible, like someone who knew she didn’t belong. It was hard to watch.

Miranda felt a little guilty about it. However, Felicia’s pregnancy had come at the perfect time, and Brysen’s health really had improved. And now, with a baby girl on the way, it felt like some miracle had visited the family. Sometimes you just had to believe in fate.

But tonight, Felicia seemed different. She wasn’t trying to win Max over anymore.

Brysen and Max talked quietly about the family business. Miranda kept up polite conversation with Felicia, who answered gently. The mood was surprisingly relaxed. For Felicia, it was the first meal at the Hawthorne manor that didn’t feel like torture.

After dinner, Miranda suggested they spend the night, but Max declined. Miranda didn’t push.

In the car, Felicia sat close to the door, her hands resting on her belly, watching the city lights stream past the window. Max was on the phone for work, his voice all business. Twenty minutes passed before he hung up, only for another call to come in.

He answered, and his tone changed completely. “Andrea.”

The warmth in his voice was unmistakable. Felicia felt her chest tighten, pain spreading through her heart. She couldn’t make out what Andrea was saying, but Max’s replies made things clear. Andrea was complaining about her brother. Apparently, she wanted to live with Max, but her brother wasn’t having it.

So they weren’t living together? Was Max living on his own? Felicia didn’t know if that should make her happy or sad. But deep down, realizing they weren’t sharing a home left her feeling strangely, quietly relieved.