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

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

Not again.

crossed

since the incident with Clyde, Janet had a newfound

only getting worse with the news from

Hannah?”

bothering you too much.” A fond

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

though she knew Hannah

anything happens. I’m here, and

“Good evening, Hannah. Please don’t worry about Janet. I promise I’ll take good care

some of Hannah’s

guys keep busy.

call had ended, but Janet’s

is my fault,” she said

Hannah’s

well how brazen

worse than rats when it came to digging up

say much about it, but Janet was certain they had been going after

her in

“Don’t worry.”

voice came to