My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

A dreamy breath came from Hannah over the phone.

“I had never imagined that I would find my face on the pages of a magazine.

I can’t thank you enough.”

Her excitement was contagious—floating over the air and giving a joyful ring.

Janet found herself smiling despite the small pang of sadness in her chest.

“You should give yourself more credit. It was you who brought those designs to life. I had nothing to do with it.”

Hannah smiled and argued, “But I would have never worn those clothes without your hard work, to begin with!”

Memories of her life as Hannah raised her came to the surface, bringing out bittersweet feelings of regret and gratitude.

Janet felt her throat tighten but forced herself to speak.

“Without you, Hannah, I wouldn’t be where I am as a designer.”

“And I would have done everything again in a heartbeat. You know that. Now, enough of this sad nonsense. The present is a much better time to live in,”

Hannah answered.

Janet thought she had hidden it well, but the slight quiver in her voice did not escape the other woman.

the

me questions about our past. I didn’t say anything that could stir up trouble,

Not again.

crossed Janet’s

Janet had a newfound

getting worse with the

alright, Hannah?”

if they’re bothering you too much.” A fond smile

been taken back to the Whites and married

she knew Hannah couldn’t

me if anything happens. I’m here, and I’ve grown up too, so don’t

as well, “Good evening, Hannah. Please don’t worry about Janet. I promise I’ll take good care of her. I’ll deal with the reporters bothering you too. Just leave

lifted some of

great. You guys keep busy. I won’t disturb you two lovebirds

call had ended, but Janet’s frown

is my fault,”

things through. Now even Hannah’s troubled because of my studio,

brazen and relentless those

when it came

say much about it, but Janet was certain they had been going after

around her

“Don’t worry.”

came to