The second Adelaide saw him, her irritation flared. “Did you mess with Petty again? She left without eating. She said she grabbed something on the way home, but what could she possibly have eaten?”
Petty claimed the TV station called her in for last-minute work, but it was obvious she was upset.
Franco dangled his glasses from his hand and looked at Adelaide. Without the lenses in place, his dark eyes seemed even deeper, almost unreadable.
“What could she have eaten? Probably the same things she always likes.”
Petty liked all kinds of food. She never complained, never made a fuss, and was so easy to please.
Adelaide loved watching her eat. Whenever Petty was at the table, her energy and appetite rubbed off on everyone. Adelaide always found herself eating more, enjoying every bite just because Petty was there.
But ever since she married Franco, Adelaide’s own appetite had faded. Meals weren’t as satisfying anymore. Something was missing.
That poor girl. She was hurting. Adelaide knew it.
Just thinking about Petty’s pain made Adelaide snap at Franco. “Honestly, I think you were better off when you couldn’t see! Back then, Petty took care of you without a single complaint. You promised to marry her. Why can't you treat her right?”
Franco paused, glasses halfway to his face. He put them back on, and those dark eyes seemed to cloud over.
“This is between me and her. Please stay out of it.”
…
After leaving The White Estate, Petty drove straight to Misty Vale.
She parked, went straight to her room, and pulled out her suitcase. She started packing right away.
She had made up her mind. If she was going to divorce Franco, there was no reason to stay here any longer.
She already owned an apartment, bought the year she graduated. At least she wouldn’t have to scramble for a place to live.


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