The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback (Felicia and Max) novel Chapter 593

Felicia brought Anne back to West Hill Residence.

They stepped into the living room, just as Colton was finishing a phone call. He glanced over, catching their arrival.

“Felicia’s home,” he said into the phone.

Darin’s voice echoed back, low and casual. “Alright, Dad, talk later.”

“Okay.” Colton hung up and turned, his face softening as Anne called out, “Grandpa Colton!”

He put his phone down, opening his arms. “Anne, you’re here. Come give me a hug.”

Anne darted into his embrace, making him laugh out loud. Happiness lit up his whole face.

Felicia walked over, curiosity in her voice. “Who were you talking to, Dad?”

Colton smiled. “Just a friend.”

She didn’t press for details. Instead, her gaze drifted to the coffee table, where several gift boxes sat. It’s a collection of expensive-looking presents, the kind you didn’t see every day, and definitely not from around here.

She raised a brow. “Who sent these?”

Colton hesitated for a second, then explained. “That same friend I was just on the phone with. He’s living overseas now, sent these for the holiday.”

Felicia knew her father had friends, sure, but holiday gifts like these were rare. And these weren’t just any gifts—they were clearly chosen with care, each box different from the next, nothing generic about them.

Colton caught her puzzled look and added, “I helped him out once, years ago. His business picked up this year, so he wanted to say thank you. He’s thoughtful, someone worth keeping in touch with. Look, this one’s for you.”

He handed her a box. “Do you like this one?”

Felicia accepted it, opening the lid. Inside was a women’s watch—red leather strap, tiny diamonds sparkling around the face. Definitely a gift someone put real thought into.

She recognized the brand right away. Not flashy, but elegant, the kind of affordable luxury she wore herself. She had a few pieces from this line already.

Nice coincidence, she thought.

Anne leaned in, eyes wide. “Wow, Mommy, it’s so pretty!”

Ava smiled back. “Welcome home.”

Later that day, Felicia packed her suitcase. The trip wouldn’t last long and Jeremy had already made arrangements in Santa Monica, so she only needed a few changes of clothes.

Her phone buzzed. It was Dean calling.

“Ms. Ross, Mr. Hawthorne wanted me to let you know he’ll have Anne’s luggage sent over.”

Felicia kept her voice even. “Got it. You can head back now.”

Around noon, Max pulled up in front of the house. He tried calling Felicia, but she didn’t pick up. She declined the call and sent the nanny out to collect Anne’s things.

Inside, Anne was busy playing with Sean, oblivious to the fact that her father was just outside.

Max stayed in the car, staring at his phone’s dark screen, the rejection still fresh.

A few minutes later, the nanny came out from the house.