The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 1101

Felicia kept her gaze fixed straight ahead on the massive television screen, refusing to meet his eyes. "You are the one who keeps saying my waist has gotten thicker," she replied, her voice impressively steady. "Though personally, I don't see it."

Max lowered his eyes, his dark, bottomless gaze tracing her profile. "Do you really care so much about what I say?" he murmured playfully.

Felicia offered no retort. She abruptly stood up from the sofa. "I am going to check on Anne."

For once, Max made no move to stop her. She turned and headed straight for the stairs.

Right then, Max's phone buzzed loudly against the coffee table. Felicia heard it but didn't pay it any mind. Max picked up the device and answered briskly. "Yes?"

As he listened to the voice on the other end, his expression darkened to a thunderous scowl. He lowered the phone and immediately opened a news app. Sure enough, a massive headline had just broken: Inside Source Claims BlueMarble Investments CEO is Officially Divorced.

BlueMarble had already drafted a formal public statement meant for prime-time release tonight. This sudden, preemptive leak was clearly backed by someone pulling strings in the shadows. Halfway up the stairs, Felicia caught sight of Max's terrifyingly cold expression from the corner of her eye. She froze mid-step. Max looked up, his gaze locking onto hers. Sensing the gravity of the situation, she lowered her foot, walked back down the steps, and approached him. "What happened?"

"Someone leaked the news of our divorce to the press," Max stated grimly.

Felicia's pupils dilated in shock. Max's sharp, piercing eyes scrutinized every micro-expression on her face. Aside from her initial flash of surprise, her features betrayed no other emotional turbulence. It was as if whether the secret got out or not made absolutely no difference to her.

"Who was it?" Felicia asked softly.

Noting her astonishingly calm reaction, Max turned the question back on her. "Who do you think it might be?"

"How should I know?" she countered.

"Only a handful of people know about the divorce. It should be incredibly easy to guess."

Felicia's brow furrowed slightly. "You still need to investigate and find out for sure. You cannot act purely on assumption."

"Are you not coming home tonight?" Darin's voice filtered through the speaker.

Felicia murmured a soft affirmation before asking, "Did you see the news online?"

"Yeah. Does Max think Jeremy did it?" Darin asked, his tone laced with concern. That was exactly why he had called. He was worried that Max's volatile temper would flare up and spark another explosive argument with her over this mess.

"There is absolutely no way Jeremy is behind this leak," Felicia stated firmly. She knew exactly what kind of man Jeremy was. Orchestrating a petty tabloid smear campaign was entirely beneath him.

Darin entirely agreed with her assessment, but he also knew that Max's paranoid mind would instantly jump to blaming his rival. "I know Jeremy wouldn't stoop that low," Darin reassured her. "I have already got people looking into it. We should have answers by tonight. Just focus on taking care of Anne for now. I will contact you tomorrow morning when I have an update. Get some sleep."

"I will," Felicia agreed softly.

Lowering the phone, she stared out into the dark horizon and exhaled a long, heavy sigh. Then, she stepped back inside, climbed into bed beside her daughter, and finally lay down to rest.