The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 640

Dean said, “I get it. Thank you, Felicia.”

Felicia smiled. “No problem.”

“Are you off work now?” Dean asked.

“Yeah, I just finished.”

“Well, hope you have a great evening.”

That was all. The conversation ended as quickly as it had started. Felicia didn’t read too much into it and set her phone aside.

Elsewhere, Darin was sitting in his car, staring at the chat on his phone. His fingers curled tight around the device, his thoughts a mess. He kept rereading Felicia’s last message, wondering if he’d really hurt her beyond repair. No matter how many times he replayed their exchange, that question nagged at him.

He sat there in silence, not sure how much time had passed. Eventually, he closed the chat, took a shaky breath, and dialed Colton’s number.

When Colton answered, his voice was steady and soothing. “Your sister’s always acted tough, Darin, but she’s got a soft heart. Once you talk things out, she’ll come around. You know, Felicia used to talk about you all the time. She adored you. She knew you’d do anything for her.”

Darin listened, quietly absorbing his father’s reassurance. Maybe Felicia really had felt that way. But now she had Greg, and Greg was the kind of older brother anyone would want. Maybe Colton was just trying to make him feel better. Still, it helped… just a little.

“I know, Dad. Thanks.”

A little after six-thirty, Tommy pulled up in front of the Hawthorne family estate. He hopped out and hurried around to open Felicia’s door.

Felicia stepped out, straightening her skirt. “Wait for me here.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She’d barely taken a step before Wilson, the butler, appeared at the front door.

“Ms. Ross, please come inside.”

His voice was polite, but Felicia could tell it was the kind of welcome you give a guest, not family. The way he called her “Ms. Ross” made the Hawthorne family’s feelings perfectly clear.

Miranda glanced at Felicia. “I hope this suits your taste. If not, the kitchen can make something else.”

“It’s fine. No trouble at all.”

Miranda just nodded.

Dinner passed in near silence, the only sound the quiet clinking of silverware on plates. Felicia didn’t make small talk, content to eat her meal and let Miranda set the pace.

When they finished, the servants came in and cleared the dishes. Miranda motioned for Felicia to follow her to the living room. After a wave of Miranda’s hand, everyone else disappeared, leaving them alone.

Miranda settled in, looking across at Felicia. “You know, all these years, this is the first time we’ve really sat down and talked.”

Felicia met her gaze, steady and calm. “If there’s something you want to say,just say it.”

Miranda’s lips curved ever so slightly. “You really have changed.”