The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 177

The article pretty much screamed that Petty had only made it because someone was pulling strings for her. After all, who else could score those interviews with Cabinda’s most influential big shots? There’s no way a regular reporter would have gotten this far on her own.

At the end of the story, three photos told their own tale.

The first showed her in an evening dress, standing in the parking lot at The Eminence.

The second caught her, already changed into something more casual, stopping a black Bentley on the street.

The third had her climbing into that Bentley, all alone.

It wasn’t just any Bentley, either. The license plate was there for everyone to see, not a single blur or pixel in sight. That plate belonged to one person in all of Cabinda.

Suddenly, it all clicked in Petty’s mind. This was from the night of the auction at The Eminence. Someone had snapped photos of her without her knowing.

The article caught fire online before she’d even finished reading it. Within an hour, it was everywhere, topping trends on every major platform. Anyone could tell that someone was fueling the fire with bought clicks and fake accounts.

It wasn’t just the trolls. Franco’s fans were going off, calling her shameless, slamming her for using her looks to get ahead instead of relying on her work as a journalist. Some of the things she saw in the comments stung, even though she tried not to care.

She barely had a moment to process before Jared messaged her to come to his office.

The moment she sat down, Jared looked torn. “I mean, I know you worked hard for this—”

“Franco is my husband.” Petty cut him off, her voice steady.

It took Jared a second to register. He stared, as if she’d just confessed to something outlandish.

“…What?”

He shot to his feet, eyes wide. “You mean the man you almost divorced… that was Franco?”

Petty gave a tired sort of smile. “Yeah. That’s him.”

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