The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 661

Darin listened, piecing things together. “Felicia wants a divorce, doesn’t she?”

Max’s voice stayed calm. “She’s just mad, that’s all. We’re not getting divorced.”

Darin’s face fell.

The room grew quiet, the air thick with things unsaid.

After a moment, Max spoke up again. “Either way, you deal with Andrea. Find someone better for her... and make sure Mrs. Curtis understands what’s really at stake.”

“Andrea only wants Holden right now. If you don’t step in, why would she even look at anyone else?”

They both knew Andrea well enough to guess how she really felt.

Max shrugged. “Then let her do what she wants.”

The next day, Felicia booked her flight back to the Capital for Saturday.

Jeremy would handle the Heathview project from here, so Felicia’s work in Northwick was just about done.

She spent Friday morning tying up the last bits of business. By noon, everything was settled.

That afternoon, she headed to Rosewood Street. There was this old bakery there that had been around forever, and there was only one in the whole country. Savannah always bought their pastries whenever she visited, and Anne loved them.

So, Felicia thought she’d pick up some to take home.

When she got there, people were already lining up out the door. Looked like it’d be at least half an hour before she’d even get inside.

She joined the back of the line and pulled out her phone, killing time by scrolling through videos. One caught her eye—a shop selling little kids’ dress. The video showed a girl running through flowers in one of the outfits. Felicia just knew Anne would look adorable in something like that.

Holden kept pace with just a couple of long steps. “Giving up already?”

Felicia didn’t bother replying. She just walked faster, heading for the corner up ahead.

Holden watched her, eyebrows raised. “What’s your problem? I didn’t even do anything, and you’re freaking out. Is your marriage that bad? Is Max not enough for you?”

Felicia froze in the middle of the sidewalk.

Holden stopped too, letting out a low laugh. “What, did I hit a sore spot? Max can’t cut it?”

Felicia glanced at him, her eyes cold and sharp. “Just seeing you makes me want to puke. Leave me alone.”

Her words slid right off him. He just smiled. “So, who do you actually hate more? Me, or Max?”