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 conversation to something

been asking me questions about our

Not again.

crossed Janet’s

incident with Clyde, Janet had a newfound animosity toward

getting worse with the news from

Hannah?” she asked

they’re bothering you too much.” A

relentless, and if they keep digging around, they might harm you. Since you’ve been taken back to the Whites and married Brandon, a big part

nodded, even though she knew

take care of yourself. Call me if anything

evening, Hannah. Please don’t worry about Janet. I promise I’ll take

lifted some

said, “That’s great. You guys keep

ended,

my fault,”

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

knew all too well how brazen and relentless those

when it

about it, but Janet was

around her in a protective

“Don’t worry.”

came to