The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 3

Petty stared at the divorce papers tucked inside the drawer, feeling like her whole body had turned to ice.

A storm of thoughts rushed through her mind, each one colder than the last. Three years ago, she’d only managed to marry Franco because Adelaide liked her. She’d always known Franco didn’t love her. He agreed to the wedding just to secure his place in the White family, using Adelaide’s vote to help him chase his ambitions.-

She’d stolen this marriage for herself, letting her heart fall deeper and deeper, hoping that maybe, eventually, Franco might love her back. But she’d been too naive. Franco hadn’t cared about her before the wedding, and afterward, they’d become little more than strangers sharing the same house.

Divorce had always been the silent threat hanging over her. For three years, Franco never said a word about it. Now that it had finally come, it felt sudden and brutal, catching her completely off guard.

As for why it was happening now, she already knew. Laura was back.

The bold letters on the papers seemed to stab into her heart. She just couldn’t bring herself to pick them up and see what was inside. If she hadn’t found them today, when would Franco have handed them over?

She didn’t know how long she stood there, frozen. It wasn’t until she heard a car engine downstairs and the housekeeper respectfully calling Franco’s name that she snapped out of it.

By the time she made it downstairs, Franco was already home.

Snow was falling outside. He handed his long black coat to his assistant without a second thought. The custom black suit he wore made him look even more serious, tall, and distant.

He was the head of the White family, impossible to approach, with an aura that filled the whole room.

He must have heard her steps, because he looked up.

His rimless glasses made him look even more refined and untouchable. The lenses hid part of the expression in his dark eyes, but there was still something magnetic about them—a quiet intensity that drew you in.

They hadn’t seen each other for thirteen days. Ever since the stillbirth last year, they’d barely spoken. Sometimes, the man standing in front of her felt like a stranger.

Petty stopped, the divorce papers flashing across her mind. She was about to ask him about them when Franco’s cool gaze swept over her face, his brow tightening.

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