The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 27

Last time, she had only caught a glimpse of the divorce papers’ cover. Franco had come home out of nowhere, and she never got the chance to pick them up and see what was inside.

Only now did she realize Franco hadn’t even signed them.

But that didn’t matter anymore.

Instead of sitting around, always anxious about when Franco might finally hand her the divorce papers, she’d rather sign them herself and walk away with her head held high.

Petty picked up the pen and signed her name in the spot marked for the wife, her hand steady and sure.

The day they got their marriage certificate, she’d written her name so carefully, each stroke slow and deliberate, terrified that if she messed up, Franco might change his mind and call the whole thing off.

Now, she wasn’t worried about Franco changing his mind about the divorce. That was never going to happen.

She was only worried that she’d lose her nerve.

So she signed quickly, not giving herself any time to hesitate.

When she finished, Petty didn’t bother reading over the agreement. She just put it back in the drawer and walked out of the study.

Downstairs, the housekeeper spotted her coming down with a suitcase and stared in shock. “Petty, where are you going?”

Petty didn’t answer the question. She set the suitcase aside, walked up to Susan, and pulled a card from her purse.

“Susan, I overheard you talking on the phone yesterday about your mom being sick. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I know hospital bills aren’t cheap. Please, take this for emergencies.”

Susan’s eyes filled with tears right away. Just the mention of her mother’s illness was enough to make her chest ache.

But she quickly shook her head and tried to give the card back. “I can’t take this, Petty. You’re already so good to me, always giving me bonuses, buying me things. I really can’t accept more from you.”

“You’ve earned it. Take it, please.” Petty pressed the bank card into her hand. “The PIN is my birthday.”

Petty gave her a gentle smile, patted Susan on the shoulder, and turned back for her suitcase.

Susan could feel something was off. She grabbed the handle of the suitcase, wiping her eyes. “Petty, where are you really going?”

“I’m moving out,” Petty said, sounding almost casual.

Susan blinked in surprise. “You’re moving out? Does Franco know?”

Petty nodded. “He knows.”

Aren’t you a little too old to be this greedy?

Ever since she was a kid, Franco had said it to her more than anything else. You’re a grown woman.

Petty frowned, forcing herself not to think about him. She said her goodbyes to Susan and got in the car right away.

Susan watched the car disappear down the drive, still feeling uneasy. She pulled out her phone, thinking about calling Franco.

But then she remembered how Franco had told her before not to report every little thing about Petty to him.

That was why, when Petty had gotten hurt on an undercover job, she hadn’t called Franco either.

Petty said Franco already knew she was moving out. Calling him would just be pointless.

Thinking that, Susan put her phone away.

A long black limo pulled away from The White Estate and headed for Cabinda Airport.

Franco walked calmly down the VIP corridor, a black overcoat draped over his arm. Behind him, The White Group’s top business team followed, every one of them sharp in their suits, not a hair out of place.