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

questions about our past. I didn’t say anything that could stir

Not again.

frown crossed

since the incident with Clyde, Janet had a newfound animosity toward

only getting worse with the

you alright, Hannah?” she asked with

bothering you too

Since you’ve been taken back to the Whites and married Brandon, a

she

You should also take care of yourself. Call me if anything happens. I’m here, and

greeted Hannah 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

lifted some of

a laugh, she said, “That’s great. You guys keep

ended, but Janet’s

my fault,”

should have thought things through. Now even Hannah’s troubled because of my studio, and I hate

knew all too well how brazen and relentless those

rats when it

much about it, but Janet was certain they had been

her

“Don’t worry.”

voice came to her