The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 602

Max’s face stayed unreadable as he stubbed out his cigarette, giving Gavin nothing in response.

They drifted back to talking about Holden for a moment.

Holden’s family still hadn’t recovered from last year’s disaster. He was deep in the mess, sorting out all kinds of family drama, but honestly, he was as sharp as ever. The whole situation just gave him a chance to snatch up controlling shares in a bunch of companies. Now, the oversight period was over. He was free.

“Holden holds grudges. You know that, right?”

Max barely blinked.

His phone suddenly vibrated.

He picked it up to see a new video message from an unknown number. The preview was shadowy but showed someone dancing on stage.

He pressed play. Wild, pounding music blasted from the speakers. On stage, a tall, lean woman in black shorts and a leather crop top moved in time with the music, her long hair loose and flying. Her pole dance wasn’t about flirtation—it was about confidence. She was beaming, glorious, and absolutely free. Every movement radiated raw, untamed energy.

The video cut off at thirty seconds, the last frame catching her dazzling smile. Colors from the lights played in her eyes, adding a shimmer that was impossible to ignore.

The camera briefly caught the men in the crowd, every one of them staring at her, unable to hide their hunger and desire.

Gavin glanced at Max, who was still staring at his phone, his expression dark and unreadable.

“What are you looking at?” Gavin asked, curiosity clear in his voice.

Max slid his phone out of sight. “Nothing,” he said, cool and brief.

Gavin didn’t buy it, sensing a shift in the air around him, something tense and tightly wound.

“So… what’s up with you and Evelynn these days?”

Max shot him a look. “Why? Still thinking about her?”

Gavin laughed. “Just making conversation. No need to get so defensive.”

Felicia took a sip of wine and felt her whole body buzzing. The adrenaline, the endorphins, the energy of the night running wild inside her—no wonder it was so easy to lose your head here.

She leaned back on the couch and let herself breathe for a moment.

Heather draped herself against Felicia. “Seriously, you barely turn on your charm and men are already falling over themselves. If you actually tried, they’d probably offer you everything.”

Felicia only smiled, drinking again.

“If I had half your grit back then…” Heather sighed, shaking her head.

Felicia’s transformation hadn’t been luck. She’d dragged herself through workouts and learned every dance she could. Only she really knew what it cost to become this version of herself.

“It’s never too late, you know,” Felicia teased, her eyes sparkling.

Heather grinned, but before she could reply, her phone buzzed in her hand. She checked the screen—Jeremy was calling.