The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 127

Max looked away. “Kennedy’s lack of judgment is his problem. But honestly, a girl who hangs on your every word isn’t exactly someone worth chasing after.” The words hung in the air. Felicia’s face went cold in an instant. He wasn’t just taking shots at her. He was dragging Anthony into it too.

When Anthony squared up to Max, he didn’t flinch, but it was obvious Max’s presence just overwhelmed everything. “Of course. Miss Curtis is the only good girl in your eyes.”

“Anthony, you don’t have the right to judge me,” Max replied.

Anthony’s eyes went dark, his fists clenching tighter in his pockets. The tension was thick. Jeremy looked like he was about to step in, but Felicia stood up and moved closer to Max.

“I’d really like to know what I did to offend you, Mr. Hawthorne,” she said. “If you’re upset because I hurt your friend the other day, you can take it out on me if you want. But I’m not going to stand here and take your pointless insults. If you don’t know the meaning of respect, maybe I should just call you a rude, arrogant man who’s only good for his looks.”

Max stared her down, a cold smile pulling at his lips. “If you want my respect, you need to earn it.”

Felicia felt her chest tighten. She could barely breathe.

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit much, Mr. Hawthorne?” Jeremy finally said, his tone serious.

Max glanced at him, didn’t bother to answer, and turned away. Without another word, he walked off. Kennedy shot Felicia an apologetic look before following after Max.

Felicia just stared after them and let out a bitter laugh. Why did she fall for a man like that? For so many years, too. The thought just made her angrier.

Later that night, Felicia returned to the hotel. Any hint of a good mood had vanished thanks to Max. She couldn’t even concentrate on her work. After a shower, she sat at the bar, sipping red wine and staring out at the city lights. She finally checked her phone and saw a message from her lawyer Cameron.

She’d been so swamped lately she hadn’t even looked at her messages. Cameron had already prepared the lawsuit papers and sent them over for her to check. Felicia read through them, then replied, Go ahead and file it.

All she wanted was to finally cut all ties with him.

The next couple of days flew by with work. Felicia checked articles, sent in her own piece for the weekly journal, and got ready for Saturday night’s live financial news broadcast at eight.

Felicia was used to this kind of workload. Honestly, it didn’t even faze her.