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

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

Not again.

crossed Janet’s

Janet had a newfound

was only getting worse

Hannah?” she

bothering you too much.” A fond smile appeared on

about me. I’m just a little worried. They can be pretty relentless, and if they keep digging around, they might harm you. Since you’ve been taken back to the Whites and married Brandon,

even though she knew Hannah

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

I promise I’ll take good care of her. I’ll deal

reassurance lifted some of

keep

ended, but Janet’s

my fault,” she

things through. Now even Hannah’s troubled because of

well how brazen and relentless those

worse than rats when it came to

it, but Janet was certain they had been going after her

around her in

“Don’t worry.”

voice came to