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

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

Not again.

crossed Janet’s

Clyde, Janet had a newfound animosity toward the

only getting worse with

Hannah?” she asked

too much.” A

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

though she

yourself. Call me if anything happens. I’m here, and

I’ll take good care of her. I’ll deal

some of

guys keep busy. I won’t disturb you two

ended, but

my fault,” she

have thought things through. Now even Hannah’s troubled because of my studio, and

all too well how brazen and relentless

rats when it came to

about it, but Janet was certain they had been going

her in a

“Don’t worry.”

came to her