Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 133

“Stop talking, she’s right there and can hear everything…”

Of course Bonnie heard them. Her ears buzzed. She lifted a hand to cover one, prickly and uncomfortable all over.

It was just like three years ago, when she’d been shoved into the spotlight, everyone whispering behind her back no matter where she went.

People used to sneak photos, duck their heads, and immediately send the evidence to friends or post it in group chats.

Even her classmates weren’t any better. Once, in the bathroom, Bonnie overheard someone joke that she’d fallen from high society’s good graces straight into the dirt.

They all thought she was on her way to marrying rich, only to end up stuck, struggling, laughed at.

“How can she be the other woman and still act so righteous? She’s not even ashamed.”

Some would claim Bonnie wasn’t that kind of person, that the internet made things up. But then there was always someone to say, “Didn’t you see that video?”

Sure, Odette had stepped in back then and quieted most of the scandal, but gossip has a way of leaking out. People saw what they wanted to see, and they believed it.

Bonnie wrapped her fingers tight around her bag strap and pressed her palm to her left ear. Every part of her wanted to bolt, but her feet wouldn’t move. A single bitter question echoed in her mind.

Why? Why does Hannah get to talk like this?

Bonnie pulled in a shaky breath, then slowly exhaled. The rain felt like it was trickling right into her mouth, chilling all the way down.

“Hannah, there’s nothing going on between me and your husband. If you keep harassing me or try making up lies, I’m calling the police. And for the record, maybe fix your own marriage instead of blaming everyone else. Keep an eye on your husband—and yourself.”

Phones went up, cameras flashed. All of this would end up online within seconds, and the comments would turn uglier for it.

No one understood that better than Bonnie. No one knew it more than Hannah, who lived half her life chasing status on the internet.

For just a moment, it hit Bonnie—maybe Hannah and Lawrence were actually splitting up. Maybe Hannah cared so much about Lawrence that this was her last desperate move. She was scraping her dignity across filthy pavement, letting everyone watch her break.

But what did that have to do with her? After everything, three years later, why was she still getting dragged into this mess?

Bonnie gritted her teeth and tried to pull Hannah up, her voice breaking. “Come on, get up. I told you, there’s nothing between me and Lawrence. Don’t make this even more humiliating. Don’t act like I’m the one who messed up!”

But Hannah’s knees weren’t budging from the pavement. She was trembling, swallowing down her shame and frustration, but she wouldn’t stand.