Chapter 137
\nThree Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 137<\/p>\n
Hannah watched their figures fade into the distance, one tall, one small, moving together as though they belonged to the same world. Her face grew darker. The baby in her arms just kept crying, his little body pressed against hers. \u201cJasper, that\u2019s enough,\u201d she said quietly. Her voice was flat, almost tired.<\/p>\n
Jasper had cried so hard his voice was hoarse. He wasn\u2019t really here\u2014not with his mom, not with anyone. He just kept calling out for his grandparents or for his dad, voice cracking with each sob.<\/p>\n
Looking at her son\u2019s face, Hannah saw so much of herself there it almost hurt. She closed her eyes, trying to shut it out, but the frustration only pressed harder.<\/p>\n
Soon, Nana pulled up in the car, parking right at the curb and getting out to open the doors. Hannah buckled Jasper into the back seat and slid into the front beside Nana, letting her own body sag against the passenger seat.<\/p>\n
No one said a word. Even Nana kept her breathing quiet. The car was so silent it felt almost eerie.<\/p>\n
Hannah leaned her forehead against the window, feeling the cool glass and the thrum of the rain outside. After what felt like ages, she finally spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper. \u201cThank you for today.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nana\u2019s lips parted, hesitated, wanting to say more but holding herself back. Hannah noticed and gave her a little smile, weak and tired. \u201cYou probably think I\u2019m pathetic. Do you look down on me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, really, it\u2019s not that,\u201d Nana replied, swallowing hard. She\u2019d known Hannah for years, had watched her go through so much. \u201cI just think you don\u2019t have to do this. You already have everything. Even if things with Lawrence are rough, you didn\u2019t have to come to Bonnie. She seems like she\u2019s moved on, really. I don\u2019t think she\u2019d ever try to come between you and him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hannah turned and stared out the window, watching the wipers swipe the world back and forth. Clear, then blurry. She knew Bonnie wouldn\u2019t try to steal Lawrence back, but with Lawrence, who could say?<\/p>\n
No one understood the way Lawrence felt about Bonnie, not like Hannah did. She\u2019d seen it all, quietly, from the sidelines. The longing, the devotion, more than simple attraction. It was something deeper, a connection he couldn\u2019t control or hide.<\/p>\n
If not for her, Lawrence and Bonnie would probably be married by now, their parents blessing the whole thing, just like some perfect storybook ending. They would\u2019ve built an entire lifetime together. Lawrence would have loved Bonnie, always.<\/p>\n
But all of that meant nothing for her. No one really cared whether Hannah was happy or not, whether her heart ached or not.<\/p>\n
She stopped, stunned, taking in the faces in the room. Carl and Odette stood side by side, smiling like they belonged in a family photograph. Lawrence was standing off to the right, holding a gigantic toy car, looking awkward and gentle all at once. Every close friend from her dance troupe was there, filling the room with laughter and energy. Jackson stood by the corner, offering her a small, sincere smile.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, something sharp pierced Hannah\u2019s chest, like a needle right through her heart. In the middle of the room was a three-layer cake, white as snow, smooth and spotless. It looked almost too perfect, so bright she could hardly stand to look at it. Her vision blurred with tears.<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t even know what she was doing anymore. She just covered her face and started to sob, tears streaming down her cheeks.<\/p>\n
\u201cSweetheart, what happened? Why are you all dirty?\u201d someone called out, the voice warm and worried.<\/p>\n
Just then, a familiar pair of arms wrapped around her. Odette, caring and gentle as always, held her close, and Hannah let herself cry, really cry, with her mother holding her tight.<\/p>\n
But even after everything, all Hannah could say was, \u201cIt\u2019s nothing, Mom. I just\u2026 fell down, that\u2019s all.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-805","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/805","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kampoengnews.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=805"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}