The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 62

Franco glared at the smug smile on Petty’s lips, his face growing stormy as he let go of her wrist.

“Oh, I almost forgot. I’m still your official wife, aren’t I?” Any trace of embarrassment or anger from his sudden kiss had completely vanished from Petty’s face. Now, she looked at him with nothing but biting sarcasm.

“Laura really does love you, huh? She used to be Cabinda’s top socialite, and now she’s happy just being your side piece. That must make your heart ache, doesn’t it?”

She lifted her gaze, catching sight of Laura in the distance, sitting fragile and beautiful in her wheelchair, a bandage across her forehead.

Petty turned back to Franco and continued, “By the way, you left Misty Vale in such a hurry the other night. You probably didn’t notice the divorce papers I left for you, both on your nightstand and the desk in your study. Just remember to sign them when you get home. It doesn’t matter which copy, I’ve already signed both.”

The darker Franco’s expression got, the more satisfied Petty felt.

“But if you haven’t been home, that’s fine too. I sent another copy to your office a few days ago, so you can sign that one instead.”

“Petty, shut up.” Franco’s voice was low and dangerous.

He clearly didn’t want to hear any of it, which only made her want to rub it in even more. She really leaned into the words “divorce papers.”

“Even if you rip them all up, it doesn’t matter. I’ve signed so many copies, at least one will end up in your hands.”

“You want me quiet? Just sign your name.”

“If you don’t, I’m not above showing up at The White Group every morning with a megaphone, calling out for you to sign.”

Petty shoved Franco out of her way, catching the twitch of his fingers from the corner of her eye.

“Franco, Laura’s still waiting on you over there. If you lay a hand on me, aren’t you worried that—”

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