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

have been asking me questions about our past. I didn’t say anything that could stir up trouble, but

Not again.

frown crossed Janet’s

Janet had a

worse

you alright, Hannah?” she asked with

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

back to the Whites and married Brandon, a big part of your life has also changed. There are bigger things at

though she knew Hannah

should also take care of yourself. Call me if anything happens. I’m here, and I’ve grown up too, so don’t shoulder everything

Please don’t worry about Janet. I promise I’ll take good care

reassurance lifted some of Hannah’s

great. You guys keep busy. I

ended,

is my fault,”

Now even Hannah’s troubled

all too well how brazen and relentless

worse than rats when

but Janet was certain they had been

arms wrapped around her in a protective

“Don’t worry.”

came to