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

These days, some journalists have been asking me questions about our past. I didn’t say anything

Not again.

frown crossed Janet’s

Janet had

getting worse

alright, Hannah?” she

you too much.” A fond

they keep digging around, 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

nodded, even though she knew

careful. You should also take care of yourself. Call me if anything happens. I’m

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

some of Hannah’s

guys keep busy. I won’t disturb you two lovebirds any

call had ended,

my fault,” she

Hannah’s troubled because of my studio, and I

brazen and relentless those

rats when it came

was certain they had been going after

wrapped around her

“Don’t worry.”

came