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.

quickly shifted the conversation

you? These days, some journalists have been asking me questions about our past. I didn’t say anything that could stir up trouble, but

Not again.

crossed Janet’s

the incident with Clyde, Janet had

getting worse

you alright, Hannah?” she asked

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

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

she

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

Brandon 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 bothering you

reassurance lifted some of

You guys keep busy. I

ended,

my fault,” she

Hannah’s troubled because of my

brazen and

rats when it came to digging up

was certain they had been

her in

“Don’t worry.”

came to her