Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 196

But after everything, was it really Lawrence’s love that Hannah wanted? Maybe she just wanted him, no strings attached.

She spoke lightly, her voice almost careless. “So, what exactly do you want from me? I thought everything online was already dealt with. Whatever fans say or do, that’s not my business, is it?”

Lawrence sounded cold and sure. “You will make a statement on your own account, clearing Bonnie’s name. She was never the other woman. And I’ll make an official announcement through The Lane Group—everyone will know the truth. This was a deliberate and targeted campaign against Bonnie.”

He barely paused before adding, “You and I both have to apologize, out loud, in public. I’ll admit the truth, that Bonnie and I were together three years ago and that our breakup was my fault, not hers. And you’ll tell everyone that, both back then and now, you played your fans. You let them believe what you wanted them to, so they’d attack Bonnie. You’ll take responsibility, even if it means legal consequences.”

Hannah just stared at him, stunned. She couldn’t believe he would go this far, that Lawrence would push her to the edge like this, all to make things right for Bonnie.

This wasn’t what she expected, not even close.

Her eyes burned red with anger, her whole body shaking, but Lawrence just kept going.

“Every fan you misled, every person who dragged Bonnie through the mud, I’ll make sure they answer for it,” he finished.

He hadn’t talked this much to her in years, and every word felt like a stab in the heart. Hannah stood, trembling, finger pointed at Lawrence, but she couldn’t get a word out. Jackson reached out to steady her, but she shoved him off, too wound up to accept any comfort.

She felt like she was falling apart inside, pain sharp and electric, every nerve begging her to scream, break something, do anything to let out this fire burning in her chest.

Her eyes darted around. She snatched a folder from the coffee table and slammed it against the surface over and over, then swept the teacups and plates of fruit and snacks onto the floor, sending everything crashing.

Inside, she was a mix of fear and frustration, rage and heartbreak, desperately wishing that someone would just hug her, tell her it would be okay, help her calm down. But nobody moved.

Odette was crying, her face full of worry and love, but the old warmth was gone. Carl stood there, face like stone. He had always been strict but, as a kid, he had padded her on the shoulder and promised her he’d always be there. Now, he was silent, no longer a father but a judge, his loyalty shifting toward his real son and Bonnie.

Why should it be like this?

Hannah just couldn’t make sense of it, and she wasn’t about to accept it. She told herself that apologizing to Bonnie was out of the question. Kneeling down to her had only ever been an act, a piece of a bigger plan. Watching people criticize her gave Hannah nothing but a twisted sense of joy. She never felt ashamed, not even for a second.

But an apology? That was different.

That meant admitting defeat, total and humiliating. It would mean letting Bonnie grind her face into the dirt, holding her victory over Hannah forever.

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