The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 7

Franco pushed himself off the sofa, his expression cold as ice. He barely glanced at Petty, who was curled up in the corner, before grabbing his phone and answering the call.

Petty couldn’t make out what the caller was saying.

“You need to focus on getting better. For anything else, have someone talk to Jay,” Franco said, his voice gentle and patient. It was nothing like the way he spoke to her.

He ended the call, picked up the glasses he’d left aside, and without a single look back at Petty, got to his feet and reached for his suit jacket.

“Are you going to see Laura?” Petty’s voice was raw, her eyes red.

Franco didn’t turn around. “That’s none of your business.”

Petty pressed a hand against her aching leg and forced herself up. She looked at Franco, sharp in his suit, and felt how messy she must seem standing there. Her heart sank.

“Franco!”

She stumbled after him, throwing her arms around his waist from behind. She held on tight, desperate, her whole body aching as she tried to keep him from pulling away.

The divorce papers hidden in the drawer, Laura’s sudden return, Franco’s heart that she could never seem to reach... It all felt like it was slipping through her fingers.

It was time to let go.

Petty shut her eyes, pain twisting her features. Deep inside, she couldn’t help but laugh bitterly at herself. “When you married me, you didn’t have a choice. I just want to know what you really felt.”

Franco’s fingers, long and strong, clutched his glasses. He looked down at her, his gaze cold. “What are you trying to pull now?”

“Call it whatever you want.” Petty slowly let go. She looked up at him, her eyes clear and steady, not a hint of trickery in them. “If Grandma hadn’t used the company shares to back you into a corner, would you have married me?”

She already knew the answer, deep down. She didn’t even need to ask. But this was her only chance, and no matter what Franco said tonight, she wouldn’t bring it up again.

Franco narrowed his eyes, watching her closely. Then he smiled, but it was all surface, nothing in his eyes. “Does it really matter?”

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