The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 4

“I understand, Grandma.”

That night, Felicia was surprised when Max, the same man who had asked for a divorce that morning, actually came home.-

“Max…”

“Make me some coffee and bring it to the study.”

He didn’t wait for her answer and went straight upstairs. Felicia stood there for a moment, then shook herself out of it and headed to the kitchen. She brewed a cup of coffee and brought it to him. Max was flipping through some documents, face sharp and cold, a wall of distance around him that made the room feel even chillier.

Felicia didn’t say a word. She just set the coffee down and quietly left.

Even after he came back, they kept their distance. Max slept in the master bedroom upstairs. Felicia stayed downstairs in the guest room.

The next morning, since Max was home, the housekeeper had gone all out with breakfast. Max sat at the head of the table, but Felicia was nowhere in sight.

Usually, when he was home, Felicia would have already ironed his clothes for the day and made him breakfast herself. She was always the picture of a dutiful wife. But this morning, there were no freshly pressed shirts, and the breakfast was clearly made by the staff.

“Where is she?” Max asked, already sounding annoyed.

The housekeeper Marian didn’t hesitate to complain. “I went to wake her up, but she just stayed in bed. Every day, we have to bring her food to her room, and she barely says a word to us. We ask what she wants, she doesn’t answer. We’re not mind readers. When Mrs. Hawthorne was expecting you, sir, she still took care of everything. But with her, it’s like she’s here to just enjoy herself.”

Max frowned. “Go get her up.”

“Yes, sir.”

Felicia had actually been awake for a while. She was just waiting for Max to leave before coming out.

Suddenly, Marian barged in without knocking. She saw Felicia sitting on the sofa and couldn’t help but sneer. “Well, aren’t you the lady of the house, just waiting for someone to come invite you to breakfast?”

Felicia looked up, her voice cold. “If I’m not, are you?”

For months, Felicia had played the quiet, obedient wife. Marian clearly hadn’t expected any pushback.

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