It felt like everyone was suddenly staring at Petty.
What was going on?
Her ears buzzed, and she frowned as she pulled out her phone to check her social media. Right at the top was a headline, impossible to miss.
Petty and Franco are legally married.
She tapped on it, her heart pounding. The very first post was from Franco’s personal account, just five minutes ago. He had shared the news story along with one simple sentence.
She is my wife.
Right underneath, The White Group’s official account had reposted Franco’s words. With that, any doubt about whether it was really Franco online was gone. Maybe people could pretend to be someone else online, but there was only one official White Group account.
In that instant, the news about Petty being Franco’s wife blew up all over the internet. It felt like the whole world was crashing down around her.
She stood there in the wide, empty lobby, her thoughts swirling in chaos. Everything inside her felt like a tangle of yarn that had unraveled all at once. She’d thought maybe Franco would have someone sweep away the rumors or just ignore them completely. But she never imagined he’d come out and say something, let alone make it official.
She is my wife.
Those words stuck to her heart, impossible to shake off.
She left the app and opened her chats, tapping on Franco’s picture. She wanted to ask him what he was thinking. He could have ignored everything, so why did he speak up? But her finger just hovered, unsure, not moving.
She hesitated, then went back to the trending search.
Just as she’d expected, after the shock faded, people started putting the pieces together. Now everyone knew she was Mrs. White—the woman people envied and pitied. They envied her for marrying Franco, the most powerful man in Cabinda, and pitied her for being a wife her husband supposedly didn’t love.

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