“I already added her.” Petty waved her phone a little. She’d actually gotten in touch with Amy’s mom and paid the lawyer even before handing in her notice.
“If you already got her on WeChat, why are you telling me?”
Petty grinned. “Because I'm shy. It’s my first time meeting the parents, you know.”
Amy’s ears turned super red. “God, you’re insane. What do you mean, ‘meeting the parents’?”
When they had lunch together, Amy heard Petty bring up the divorce to her mom. She glanced at Petty, her feelings all mixed up.
After lunch, they headed back to the station.
In the elevator, Amy couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Honestly, I thought Franco was good to you. Remember when we were drinking at Night and you got so wasted? He took you home. I swear, his eyes looked pretty gentle back then.”
Thinking about it, she got mad all over again. “Such a fake act.”
Petty burst out laughing at Amy’s grumbling. She looped her arms around her. “Don’t be mad, okay? Be good.”
She ruffled Amy’s hair.
Amy let out a deep sigh, feeling bad for her. “At our first party, you got so drunk you hugged a telephone pole and confessed your love. I still remember you calling out for Franco. Back then, I just thought you were totally crushing on him, like some fan. Never would have guessed you actually grew up with the White family and that he was really your brother.”
Petty had cried so hard that night.
That scene had stayed with Amy. She’d never known anyone could look so broken over love. Petty must have really loved Franco.
Turns out, it had started back then.
It was just after Petty and Franco got married. They were newlyweds in the same house, but sleeping in separate rooms. She’d always known Franco only married her because he was forced to.
The truth was a lot to stomach, so she drank to cope.
She could still picture the night she stumbled home. Franco, who usually came home in the middle of the night, was oddly already there. He sat on the sofa, gave her this long, unreadable look, then went upstairs to his room without saying a word.
When the elevator doors slid open, Amy’s voice followed. “Do you regret it?”

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