The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 963

The oppressive quiet hung between them like a tightly coiled wire ready to snap. Just as Felicia was about to lower her phone and end the call, Max's low, freezing voice cut through the silence.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

It had been over a month since she last heard his voice. The warmth and tenderness he used to show her now felt like nothing more than a fleeting illusion.

After a long, agonizing pause, Felicia took a deep breath. "I am just glad you are okay."

Hearing her perfectly flat, emotionless tone, Max let out a sudden, dark laugh. His amusement dripped with razor-sharp mockery. "It sounds like you are actually quite disappointed."

Felicia's knuckles turned stark white as she gripped the phone. She bit down hard on her lower lip, fighting desperately to keep any sound of distress from escaping.

When a long minute passed without her responding, Max's expression darkened even further. "Nothing else to say?"

Fighting the chaotic storm of emotions raging in her chest, Felicia forced her voice to remain steady. "There is nothing left to say."

With that, she abruptly ended the call. Her arm dropped limply to her side. It felt as though those few seconds had completely drained her of every ounce of strength. She collapsed against the back of the sofa, staring blankly out the window at the pitch-black night sky.

Miles away, Max slowly lowered his phone, his face a terrifying mask of cold fury.

Back in Cloudville, the housekeeper Mabel walked into the living room to let Felicia know dinner was ready. Noticing her employer's pale complexion, Mabel asked with genuine concern, "Are you feeling unwell, Ms. Ross? Should we go to the hospital?"

Snapping out of her daze, Felicia quickly composed herself. "I'm fine."

She stood up and went to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face, trying to look a bit more presentable. She then sat down at the dining table, but after only a few bites, a severe wave of morning sickness hit her. She ultimately managed to keep down a cup of milk and a few prenatal vitamins before retreating to her bedroom to collapse into an exhausted sleep.

The next day was Saturday. After nearly a full week of gloomy, rainy weather, the sky finally cleared. The brilliant blue expanse and fluffy white clouds brought a much-needed sense of relief. Felicia decided to stay home, relaxing on the balcony with a good book. Beside her, Rusty and Marble, the two stray kittens she had rescued, were curled up together. The tiny furballs playfully batted at each other with their stubby little paws. When Rusty clumsily lost his balance and tumbled over, Marble immediately pounced on him in triumph. Watching their innocent antics brought a rare, genuine smile to Felicia's lips.

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