Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 170

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Bonnie had never fallen apart like this in front of people before. She broke down, sobbing, barely able to breathe. Helen wrapped her arms around her, a protective barrier between Bonnie and the curious eyes of strangers who were already sneaking photos with their phones.

“This blew up so fast. Hannah definitely paid for the trending topics. She always leaves a mark when she’s behind something,” Helen whispered, gently running her fingers through Bonnie’s hair. “We’re just waiting for more solid proof to come out, right?”

Bonnie bit her lip, fighting to keep from crying even harder. She knew this wasn’t about being afraid. It was the hurt she’d been holding back for so long, all coming out at once. It was anxiety, shame, and frustration mixing together, making her hate herself for the things running through her mind right now.

She couldn’t hold it in. Only tears brought any relief.

She kept seeing Hannah in her mind, beaming with a bouquet, showing off her engagement. No matter how hard she tried, Bonnie couldn’t stop replaying how smug Hannah had looked in America, three years ago, when she’d “won” everything.

Hannah never changed. She always found a way to hurt Bonnie, slicing into her again and again, leaving her raw and bleeding inside.

Bonnie just couldn’t understand it. Hannah had it all—why did she need to come after her, too?

And right now, something else was clawing at Bonnie’s heart. She hated admitting it, but for the past few weeks, one question kept coming back.

Did Lawrence know anything about this?

Three years ago, in that awful airport bathroom, with a slap stinging her cheek and a dirty mop pressed against her face, when everything felt violated—body, dignity, all of it—she only had one thought left.

Did Lawrence know she was being bullied?

Back then, she used to dream that he’d just appear out of nowhere, the way he always used to, and pull her close, protecting her from everything and everyone.

But he didn’t. That day, he boarded a flight to America, probably holding Hannah—who had maybe just gotten slapped only once—in his arms and whispering comfort to her.