Leave Your Lover (18+) || FreenBecky [Completed]

Chapter 29

A few days had passed, and finally, everything was beginning to feel better. Freen and I often spent our nights in her condo, and sometimes, when Irin wasn't at home, she would visit me. However, yesterday, Freen didn't show up because she had something important to attend to.

Today, Saint was scheduled to visit again, as per the director's instructions. He had flown in from the UK once more. Although I didn't particularly care for him, the director insisted I tidy up and look presentable. Perhaps, he had caught wind of Saint's offer.

"Cut!" the director shouted after my scene with Non. "We have a new cast member joining us today," he announced.

They briefed us about the new character who would be playing my father in the series. While we hadn't met him, we were optimistic that he was a seasoned actor.

"Who is it?" Freen inquired as she arrived.

"Good afternoon," a staff member greeted her. "Mr. Kugimiya will be joining the cast for Episodes 7 and 8."

"Since when did I agree to this?" Freen questioned.

I could sense that she wasn't pleased with this Kugimiya character.

"I already informed you, Freen. He's part of the cast, and we can't just remove him because you don't want him," the director explained.

Freen turned to me and sighed. "I have something to discuss with you," she motioned for me to follow her, so I did.

However, just as I was about to enter the dressing room, I spotted the guy I had flirted with at the club. What on earth was he doing here?

"Good afternoon, Mr. Kugimiya," a staff member greeted him, causing my eyes to widen.

This man was going to play the role of my father? But I had almost slept with him. What the heck?

I stood there frozen, unable to take my eyes off him. He looked at me and smiled.

"Nice to see you again, Becky. I'm sorry about the last time we met. I'm Nadech, by the way," he said, extending his hand. He didn't look anywhere near 43.

"Becky Armstrong. Nice to see you again," I replied, shaking his hand, which was surprisingly soft. This man was incredibly handsome in the light. "You're really 43?" I asked.

Nadech chuckled and shook his head. "Who told you that? I'm in my early 30s," he laughed and put his hands in his pockets.

"Becky, why are you..." Freen's words were cut off when she saw me talking to Nadech. "Go talk to the director. I have a meeting with my artist."

"Alone?" Nadech asked, crossing his arms. "Really, Freen? You haven't changed?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Haven't changed?" I asked, turning to Freen.

"That man loves to talk nonsense," Freen rolled her eyes and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the dressing room.

"You know I'm not talking nonsense, Freen!" Nadech shouted teasingly and waved as he walked away.

"What is he talking about, Freen?" I asked her. "Haven't changed? Don't tell me you did this to your artist before?"

"Of course not!" Freen answered and sighed. "Alright, I'll tell you. Nadech's sister used to be one of my artists. She was with this production company before, and she told everyone that I was harassing her, which is why she quit. In reality, she was the one who was pursuing me aggressively. I didn't accept her advances because I am ma..." Freen stopped mid-sentence.

"You are what?" I asked.

"Babe!" someone shouted, and we both looked in that direction.

It was Saint. He was grinning from ear to ear, and he was heading toward us.

"Don't you miss me? Why are you looking at me like that?" he said, kissing Freen's cheek, and I watched them with disbelief.

"Babe?" I asked, exasperated. "You two are together?"

"Oh, Becky," Saint smiled. "Yes, we're married. Three years. She's my wife," he said, glancing at Freen's finger, which was conspicuously missing a ring. "Did you take it off again?"

"I left it at home," Freen replied.

I felt my world shatter after her words. She had fooled me. She knew about my past. She knew how traumatized I was. Yet, she did it again. How heartless could you be, Freen?

Feeling suffocated, toyed with, and now this? Deceiving me and pretending to be single?

"I need to use the restroom," I excused myself as I tried to hold back tears.

"Becky..." were the last words I heard from Freen before I ran away.

This is it. This is the reason why she doesn't love me.