The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 52

Petty’s cheeks were pink, almost glowing. “I’m getting divorced and I’m happy about it. Isn’t it okay to say that out loud if I want to?”

She broke into a giggle. “Do you want to know why I’m getting divorced?”

Everyone around the table had a nose for gossip. Usually, they’d keep quiet out of politeness, but since Petty brought it up herself, someone nudged her to keep going.

“Why? Did something happen between you two?”

Petty shook her head, then paused, thinking it over, and gave a little nod. Still not satisfied, she hesitated.

“It’s because my husband… he just can’t do it!”

Suddenly, she jumped to her feet, wobbling as she clamped a hand over her mouth. “I think I’m going to puke…”

Amy stared at her in shock, then rolled her eyes and grabbed Petty by the arm, annoyed. “Come on, let’s go.”

Neither of them realized Petty had made her announcement right at the moment the music stopped, leaving a few seconds of awkward silence where everyone in the bar heard her loud and clear.

Jared cleared his throat, followed by the other men at the table. The women exchanged sly glances, trying to hide their amusement.

In a nearby booth, Galen couldn’t help but let out a low whistle, grinning as he looked at the man beside him, who looked as cool as ever, quietly sipping his drink.

Just as Galen was about to make a comment, Franco set his glass down with a thud.

“Where are you going?” Galen asked, his face lighting up with anticipation.

“This place sucks. They can’t even get the music right.”

Galen watched Franco’s back as he walked away, scoffing to himself. Seriously? He’s blaming the music? Isn’t this the bar he picked in the first place?

Amy helped Petty to the restroom. Petty leaned heavily against the edge of the sink, feeling sick but unable to actually throw up. She scrunched up her face in discomfort.

She glanced at Amy in the mirror, took a deep breath, and gave a half-hearted smile. “Thanks.”

“What are you thanking me for? Are you going to puke or not?” Amy pressed, clearly impatient.

He looked down at the woman in his arms. “I’m her husband.”

Amy froze, eyes wide. First, she remembered Petty saying her husband couldn’t “do it,” and then it hit her.

She actually recognized him. The man calling himself Petty’s husband was Franco.

Petty’s husband was Franco.

Amy stood there, stunned, her eyes following them as they walked away, her mind racing with questions.

In the parking lot, Jay opened the car door. Franco slid in, Petty tucked securely in his arms.

Petty blinked, half-awake, half-dreaming, and realized whose arms she was in.

She wasn’t totally out of it. The familiar scent of cedar mixed with just a bit of tobacco made her nose sting. She let out a long sigh.

“Franco, did you come here to sign the divorce papers?”