Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 50

Lawrence finally spoke, his voice rough and strained. “I never thought that, really. Please, don’t overthink it.”

“Didn’t you?” Hannah pointed at the TV stand. “Then what about those photos? The couple's glasses you drink from? The bag by the door? Back in the States, you burned everything, didn’t you? Why do these still exist?”

The memory hit Lawrence all over again. That day, Hannah had lost it. Just a month after giving birth, she’d tried to get close to him, only to catch him looking at his old photos with Bonnie on his phone.

Her anger burst out, and she started yelling. She made him delete every last photo and video of Bonnie from his phone, his computer, and his tablet.

Even his cloud storage wasn’t safe.

She searched every corner of the house. In his safe, deep in the closets, she dug up souvenirs from his days with Bonnie. She even grabbed the watch on his wrist. Everything—all the sketches, photos, mementos—she tossed them into the fireplace and let the flames devour them.

Lawrence could only watch, eyes red, as fire ate away at what was left of his memories. He tried to stop her. He even yelled at her, the first time he truly lost his temper since breaking up with Bonnie. But none of that mattered. His voice got swallowed up in Hannah’s meltdown.

She grabbed a fruit knife. Without hesitation, she threatened to cut her own wrist.

He was powerless. Completely powerless.

He watched everything he still cared about turn to ashes. Every breath felt like swallowing shards of glass, each one leaving him shredded and bleeding inside.

The pain brought him to his knees right there by the fireplace. It felt like he wasn’t just losing memories—he was burning away parts of his own body.

They didn’t end things peacefully that day. Hannah dumped the ruined pieces of his past in the trash, and Lawrence left with nothing but despair.

After that, Hannah never lost control like that again. There were no more threats, no more scenes. Lawrence thought maybe they’d gotten past it, that they’d just muddle through and life would go on, somehow.

Hannah looked ready to collapse. She started crying, shaking hard, her voice sharp enough to cut. “Is that what it takes? Do I have to die right in front of you before you’ll finally look at me? Lawrence, we were the ones who were in love first! Bonnie showed up after everything! So how come she’s the one you can’t let go of? Why?”

Lawrence had nothing left. He opened his mouth, searching for something to say to calm her down, but before he could, Jasper’s frightened cries broke in. “Mommy! Daddy!”

Jasper ran in, clutching a small clay dog in his hands. He had somehow climbed up on the shoe bench to grab it off the cabinet. His big eyes were full of tears as he looked at his parents, uncertain and scared.

Still sniffling, he walked up to his mom, holding out the battered little dog. “Mommy, don’t cry... For you. You can play with it.”

Hannah was shaking all over. When she saw the shabby, handmade clay dog, something inside her snapped.

She looked around and suddenly, every single piece of furniture, every little decoration in the room felt unbearable. The truth hit her with cruel clarity. All the memories between Lawrence and Bonnie—so tightly woven that nothing could ever come between them—made her realize she was nothing more than an outsider, a spectator. The unwelcome third wheel. Just a thief, trying to steal a love that wasn’t really hers.