The Ugly Wife’s Stunning Comeback novel Chapter 886

Max poured the red wine into a decanter, then filled two crystal glasses. The rich aroma of the vintage immediately filled the air. He handed one of the glasses to Felicia. She reached out to take it, swirling the dark liquid gently before tipping her head back for a small, testing sip.

"How is it?" Max asked.

"It is fine," Felicia replied softly.

Max picked up his own glass and raised it in a silent toast. The bright crystal chandelier reflected in the depths of his eyes, stripping away his usual unfathomable darkness. Felicia watched him for a moment before raising her hand to clink her glass against his.

They finished their first glass in complete silence. Then came the second. They kept drinking until the entire bottle was empty, a faint flush creeping up Felicia's cheeks and a glazed haze settling over her beautiful eyes. She set her empty glass down and rose to walk over to the window, seeking a breath of fresh air.

The dazzling neon lights of the city skyline stretched out before her. An afternoon rain shower had left the night breeze carrying a damp, lingering chill that drifted through the open crack of the window. Felicia stared quietly into the luminous darkness, letting the cool wind kiss her face and gently lift the strands of her hair.

Max stepped up beside her. He looked out at the distant horizon and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Felicia took a deep breath. "You must have known about the relationship between Darin and me a long time ago."

Max did not deny it. "Yes."

"Exactly how long ago?" she pressed.

Max fell silent for a brief moment before answering. "Before you went abroad, Darin asked me to look into the whereabouts of you and your father."

Hearing this, Felicia froze. A short laugh escaped her lips, but the sound was laced with a profound, desolate sorrow. "So you knew even back then."

Max offered no reply, only watching her in heavy silence.

With that said, she took a deep, shuddering breath and turned to walk away.

Instantly, a strong grip clamped around her wrist. In the next second, she was pulled backward, crashing directly into the broad, solid expanse of his chest. Felicia pushed against him, fighting desperately to break his hold.

Max wrapped his arms tightly around her. "If you want to cry, just cry."

Felicia struggled for another moment. She tried with all her might to hold it back, but ultimately, she could not control the flood of emotions. Her hands clenched tightly onto the fabric of his dress shirt as the spacious living room echoed with her muffled, heartbreaking sobs.

It was the sorrow of countless agonizing, sleepless nights, only to end up exactly where she started, unable to break free from her invisible chains. It was the trauma of being hurt by the very people who should have loved her most. More than anything, it was the crushing reality that she could never let Anne suffer the same fate she had.

Max simply held her, letting her pour out every ounce of her grief. He stood there holding her, unaware of how much time had passed.