Chapter 11

For the first time in a long time, Felicia slept soundly during her stay at the Ross family's home. The house was already filled with reassuring scents when she woke up. Ava was busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. For Felicia, she had prepared a homemade chicken soup and packed a nutritious lunch in a thermos to take to work. Felicia had informed them the previous evening that she was quitting her job. To keep herself occupied, she intended to work as Jeremy's assistant for a month.

The notion didn't initially excite them. They hoped she could rest, take care of herself, and concentrate on her pregnancy. Felicia, however, refused to back down. She felt alright except that she was a little heavier now. She could handle a few easy jobs. She needed something to do more than anything else. She only began to overthink everything when she was idle. Colton eventually gave up on getting her to reconsider.

Ava waved Felicia away when she offered to assist with breakfast. In order to find prenatal Pilates courses in the area, Felicia cuddled up on the couch in the living room with her phone in hand. She made a mental note to look into one later after finding one that seemed interesting. Her heart fell as she continued to scan through her feed without thinking. A collage from an elegant dinner party at a posh club appeared in a post.

Kennedy, a friend of Max's who she had added back when she was still Max's assistant, wrote the post. "Dinner night," was written in the caption. PS: Playing the role of third wheel again. When will we be able to attend your wedding celebration? Max and Andrea appeared to be inseparable in the pictures. In the center image, Andrea's face was hidden when she leaned in close. with his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders and against Max's chest. Max gave her a tender glance that nearly oozed off the screen.

The entire atmosphere was so charming that it was nearly excessive. Felicia had never been good enough for Max's world, even if they all knew he was now married. Kennedy most likely uploaded the pictures with the knowledge that Felicia would view them. Felicia's breath was taken away by the excruciating tightening of her chest. After shutting down her phone, she stepped out onto the balcony. To combat the ideas that were whirling out of control, she needed a moment to gather herself.

Her big belly caught one hand's attention. Her heart was too heavy to bear. Max would marry Andrea right away after the divorce was finalized. Given how much he adored Andrea, he would most likely adore their children. What about her child, then? Would her child's father ever show them any affection? "Breakfast is ready, Felicia," Ava said from within. Felicia snapped back to the present with a blink. She inhaled deeply, wiped away a tear that would not go away, and hid in the bathroom to gather her thoughts. She appeared perfectly well by the time she emerged.

Greg picked her up after breakfast and drove her to work. At first, the ride was silent, but Greg kept looking over, obviously concerned. "Is something wrong, Felicia?" he eventually asked. She didn't trust herself to talk, so she shook her head. Greg spoke in a soft tone. "You're pregnant, Felicia. Don't hold anything inside. It's bad for both you and the unborn child. After a long period of silence, she finally said, "It's nothing." It's just that Max has moved on to someone else. Acceptance is difficult, but I will overcome it. You don't have to be concerned about me.