The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 10

Felicia finally found her voice. “Dad, Ava, Greg… Max wants a divorce.” The words just hung in the air. Silence filled the dining room. Everyone’s expression turned somber, especially Colton. He lowered his head, his jaw tight.

Honestly, no one was really surprised. Maybe just by how quickly it all happened. There had never been a wedding, just a marriage certificate. In the past six months, the two families hadn’t spoken or visited. Max had never come to the Ross house, not even once. During holidays, the Hawthornes never sent a single gift.

Every time Felicia came home alone, Colton and Ava would hand her gifts to bring to the Hawthornes. She’d deliver them, and Miranda would accept them with a polite smile, but Felicia knew those gifts always ended up with the staff. Tatiana was even worse. She once told the maid to toss everything straight into the trash right in front of Felicia, and told her to stop bringing over such cheap stuff.

Max had told her not to bother with these pointless gestures. With a marriage that unbalanced, it was just a matter of time before things fell apart.

Felicia pressed her lips together. “We’ll wait until after the baby is born. And I’ve already spoken to Mr. Milman. I’m heading to Stanford for further studies in February.”

Greg was the first to break the tense silence. “That’s awesome, Felicia. You’re too talented to be stuck in a marriage like this. Whatever you decide, you’ve got my support.”

Felicia smiled and nodded. “Thanks, Greg.”

Colton let out a heavy sigh, full of regret and guilt. “If you’re getting divorced, then so be it. This is on me. We’re just regular people. We never should’ve get involved with a rich family like the Hawthornes.”

Felicia’s eyes went red. Suddenly, the pain she’d been carrying didn’t seem so overwhelming. She had her family, and they would always have her back. Whatever came next, she could handle it.

A deeper, indulgent voice sounded in the background. “Didn’t you ask me to remind you to watch your diet? And now you’re blaming me?”

Andrea let out a dramatic sigh.

“If you’re hungry, just get some food. I’ll be there soon,” he said.

Darin ended the call, stubbed out his cigarette, took one last look at the house, then rolled the window back up and drove away.