Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 144

In her dream, darkness stretched out endlessly, thick and suffocating. Bonnie found herself clawing her way up a sheer cliff, her fingers scraped raw, nothing but yawning emptiness beneath her feet. Just one misstep, and she’d be gone.

Then the scene changed. She was sprinting endlessly down a road leading to the airport, heart hammering in her chest, the finish line never getting any closer no matter how desperately she ran.

She was pinned down in an airport bathroom, strangers holding her arms, and the sound of someone’s palm striking her face echoed sharp and clear, ringing through the tiled space.

She felt the icy sleet of an American winter pour down on her, soaking right through to her bones.

Fog rolled in, swirling around a blurry figure. Lawrence was there, then gone, calling her name one second, urging her to hurry, then suddenly demanding she stay away.

Bonnie knew she was awake. Or at least, she thought she was. So why was she stuck in these dreams? More faces floated into view—her family, her friends, the Lane family. And then, there was Lawrence, holding hands with Hannah. Hannah was wearing a wedding dress, a baby cradled in her arms.

Somehow, everyone was smiling, celebrating Lawrence and Hannah’s wedding. Even her parents joined in. Helen was there. Aiken, too.

Then, all those happy faces turned toward her, their smiles gone. Blank, cold.

“You’re too weak, Bonnie. Too timid. Such a disappointment. You don’t deserve our blessing.”

She jerked awake, her heart racing so fast it hurt. The darkness in her room felt thick and heavy. She gasped for air and pressed her palm to her chest, trying to steady herself. Her body was drenched in sweat. Lying there, Bonnie realized her pillow was soaked right through. She had no idea if it was from tears or from all the sweating.

She took a shaky breath and reached for her phone. Five a.m. already. She scrolled through her notifications out of habit, but nothing much had changed. Eventually, she got up, stripped her bed, tossed the sheets, pillowcases, and her dirty clothes in the washing machine, and jumped in the shower. She made herself some breakfast, washed the dishes, and hung the laundry—all before seven.

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