Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 212

Hannah’s panic was written all over her face. She yanked herself out of Jackson’s grasp, then hurried to reach for Lawrence. Before she could touch him, he stepped back with a cold, flat voice. “Don’t touch me.”

She froze, her voice breaking into a sob. “Lawrence, are you really leaving me? Are you leaving Jasper too? We spent three years together in America. Weren’t we happy then? Didn’t you tell me you loved me? Why does everything have to change now?”

Lawrence looked exhausted. “The happiness you’re talking about... do you mean the fake photos and videos you posted online, or the times you cut yourself, forcing me to say I loved you?”

“Hannah, you can keep repeating the same lies, but they’ll never become the truth. You and Nana seeded drama in front of Bonnie, made up stories just to fool her into thinking I ever had serious feelings for you. But you were just kidding yourselves. The truth is, I’ve only ever thought of you as a sister.”

Lawrence tore away every pretense so bluntly that Hannah felt her whole world tilting. He made everything sound so final, she was left scrambling.

But she couldn’t confess. If she did, all her effort over the last three years would go up in smoke.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, forcing herself to stay calm. “Who did I lie to, exactly? We were always in love, right? The only reason you’re with Bonnie now is to get back at me, isn’t it? I’ve always told the truth. How is that lying? Three years ago, you made your choice, Lawrence. You said it yourself. That night at the ski lodge... you were with me, weren’t you?”

Lawrence just stood there, numb to her words. He'd been through this loop too many times over the years, and each time, it cut a little deeper.

He could understand why Hannah tried to twist the truth—her mind was unstable, and she was hurting—but he couldn’t let himself be tied down by someone who refused to see reality.

At some point, you have to face the truth. There’s no way around it.

“I’ve already talked to Quentin,” Lawrence said, leaving no space for argument. “He’s going to help you remember everything you’ve forgotten or mixed up.”

Hannah’s eyes flew open, terror flashing across her face. She completely fell apart. Did he really mean he was sending her to Quentin for therapy?

She knew Quentin’s reputation. He was a pro—top of his field, an expert in hypnosis and all kinds of other methods.

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