The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 97

The divorce agreement in the study drawer…

Franco’s hand tightened on Petty’s shoulder, his dark eyes unreadable.

For a second, Petty thought she saw something flicker in his gaze, a hint of something she couldn’t quite catch, but it disappeared just as quickly, swallowed up by the endless darkness in his eyes.

His throat moved as he swallowed. His voice was low. “Those papers aren’t mine.”

Petty snorted. She’d seen the divorce agreement herself. She’d already prepared herself for denial, but she hadn’t expected him to come up with something this ridiculous.

Not his divorce agreement?

Who keeps someone else’s divorce papers in their study drawer? Did he think he was a divorce lawyer now?

She gave a cold, humorless laugh. “Franco, you’re unbelievable.”

She saw the chill in his expression, but she didn’t care anymore. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter to me now.”

“I signed those papers, but I never read what was inside. Later, when I wanted the house at The Glades back, I tore them up. If you say they weren’t yours, fine. They weren’t yours. It doesn’t matter. We’re still getting divorced, with or without those papers.”

Her tone was casual, like she was talking about the weather.

Franco’s eyes turned even colder. He gripped her shoulders harder and asked, “What do you care about?”

“What do I care about?” Petty felt a sharp pain in her chest. Her voice was rough, each word trembling, as if it hurt just to say them. “After three years, you still don’t know what I cared about? Did you ever even ask?”

“You say those papers weren’t yours? Alright. Franco, I’m telling you now, officially.”

Petty’s eyes were red, but there was a relieved smile on her lips. “I want out. I, Petty, am ending this marriage myself. These three years… must have been so hard for you.”

“Take it back!” Franco’s jaw clenched, his whole face tight, lips losing color. “What do you take me for?”

Petty just smiled. “And what have you taken me for these last three years?”

Petty pulled her hand free from Franco’s grip.

Franco took a step forward, but Laura signaled for the caregiver to push her wheelchair in front of him. She told Harris to go get the orthopedic doctor.

She blocked Franco’s path. “The doctor said you can’t walk around for the next few days. You’ll make your leg worse. Please, just go back to bed and rest.”

Hans stepped in front of Petty, holding a hand out protectively. He glanced back at Franco, his eyes flicking over the cast on Franco’s leg.

He let out a soft scoff and threw a lazy look at Laura in her wheelchair. “What a pair you make.”

Franco’s gaze was fixed on Petty’s back, sharp and intense. He suddenly pushed Laura’s wheelchair aside.

Just then, the elevator doors slid open.

Jay, always alert, turned and called out, “Franco, Adelaide’s here.”