Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 151

“Hannah! You bitch!”

Bonnie had never thrown a punch in her life, but this time she didn’t hold back. Her hand shot out before she could think. The slap echoed through the lounge, snapping Hannah’s face aside. Hannah staggered, tipped over, and crashed to the floor.

The outburst turned heads at last. Lawrence sprinted over with a couple of business lounge staff trailing behind. He froze as soon as he spotted Bonnie. She watched everything drain from his face. For a second, that tall, usually confident guy just stood there, shaking, eyes anywhere but on her.

Bonnie’s chest tightened. His look, that avoidance, felt like a knife, opening wounds she didn’t even know she had.

Her vision went blurry with tears. Lawrence was just this blurred outline through it all, refusing to come any closer. Not even one step.

Hannah was doubled over on the ground, clutching her stomach and groaning.

In Bonnie’s mind, Lawrence’s figure was so familiar, a shape she’d hugged and clung to so many times. She’d always thought he was hers, marked for life. But now he didn’t say a word to her. He just bent down, scooped Hannah up, and carried her back inside.

Two security guards stepped up and told Bonnie to leave.

Her whole world crashed down. Everything around her spun, shapes and lights swirling together until her thoughts shattered like falling glass, cutting her raw and leaving her bleeding.

Bonnie let herself be led out. She didn’t know where she was going, just drifted down some deserted hallway. Then, out of nowhere, five girls appeared behind her.

They grabbed her and shoved her into the bathroom. Before she could react, a heavy slap landed on her left cheek. The girl in front was tall, strong, her hit left Bonnie’s ears ringing.

She barely steadied herself before another hit came. The blows fell with a kind of cruel certainty.

She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, afraid of what she’d see in his eyes. Instead, she dropped her gaze and said quietly, “I didn’t even have the nerve to call the police. I just let them beat me up.”

Back then, her mind had gone totally blank, like some broken machine with only one function left—waiting, hoping that Lawrence would at least give her some kind of answer.

Now that she thought about it, maybe if she hadn’t been so stubborn, if she’d acted sooner, things wouldn’t have gotten this far out of control.

But she hadn’t. She just waited.

By the time she finally made it back to school, everything had already exploded online. Negative videos were everywhere, spreading so fast she couldn’t keep up. Hannah posted a long essay twisting the whole story, manipulating what people believed, turning Bonnie into the hated “other woman” in everyone’s eyes.

A big hand landed on Bonnie’s head, fingers gently mussing her hair, grounding her in the moment.