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.

shifted the conversation to

have been asking me questions about our past. I didn’t say anything that could

Not again.

crossed Janet’s

since the incident with Clyde, Janet had a newfound

was only getting worse with the news

alright, Hannah?” she

you too much.”

they might harm you. Since you’ve been taken back to the Whites and married Brandon, a big part of your life has also changed. There are bigger things at stake, so it would be better to leave

nodded, even though she

me if anything happens. I’m here, and

about Janet. I promise I’ll take good

lifted some of

great. You guys keep busy. I won’t

had ended, but

my fault,” she

thought things through. Now even Hannah’s troubled because of

too well how brazen and relentless those

were worse than rats when it came to

was certain

arms wrapped around her

“Don’t worry.”

came