The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 561

“Who messaged you?” Heather asked.

Felicia glanced at her phone. “Max. Let’s take Yara out for dinner tonight.”

Heather gave a sly smile. “I have a feeling Max isn’t actually hoping for me and Yara to tag along.”

Felicia shrugged. “It doesn’t really matter what he wants.”

Then Heather reached over and took Felicia’s hand. The gesture caught Felicia off guard.

“Felicia, don’t let Max get to you. Living with him means you’ll always be the one who gives in.”

Felicia smiled, soft and knowing. “I get it. Funny how the tables have turned, right?”

She used to be the one reminding Heather to think about her own future, telling her the kids would understand someday.

Now it was Heather’s turn to look out for her.

But when it’s your own heart on the line, things are never that simple.

That evening, Max had reserved a table at an upscale French place.

When Felicia pulled up, Max was already there, waiting.

She walked into the restaurant.

Max was sitting by the window, phone in hand, the city lights catching the sharp angles of his face. He was dressed in a suit, looking every inch the perfect gentleman.

He ended his call when he saw them.

Across the room, a girl at a nearby table couldn’t take her eyes off him. There was no hiding the admiration in her gaze.

Her friend, dressed in something bold and eye-catching, seemed to gather her courage and walked over to Max.

Before she could say anything, Max spoke up, polite but firm. “Sorry, I’m married.”

The girl looked at him, clearly taken with his looks and the way he carried himself. Her excitement faded the moment his words sank in.

“Daddy!”

“Uncle Max!”

The girl turned, spotting the two kids, and then saw Felicia and Heather walking over.

She gave Felicia a slow, curious look, then quickly dropped her eyes and hurried back to her seat.

Max smiled. “We’ve been together a long time, but we were apart for a while. I guess it’s not too late for us to get to know each other now.”

Anne looked confused. “How long is a long time? Why were you apart? Why didn’t I know? Hmph, Daddy never tells me anything.”

Max ruffled her hair. “You’re right, that’s my fault.”

Anne pressed, “Why did you and Mommy split up?”

Max met her gaze. “We’re not going to be apart ever again.”

Anne sniffed, clearly unconvinced. “It was because you made Mommy mad, wasn’t it?”

“I promise not to make Mommy mad anymore.”

Anne crossed her arms, looking stubborn. “If you do, I’m not talking to you. I’ll just stick with Mommy.”

Max nodded, patient. “I get it.”

Anne gave him a warning look. “And you’re not allowed to talk to other ladies ever again.”

“Deal.”