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

Chapter 50

"How on earth did that happen?" Freen asked Nam, her frustration evident, as I walked into the company and found myself pelted with eggs by a group of people outside. Thankfully, Nam was there to shield me, but Freen seemed to blame her for the entire incident.

"Calm down, Freen. Nam had no idea about this," I reassured her.

The morning after my conversation with Zee outside the apartment, our pictures mysteriously leaked. Zee's face was blurred, but mine was unmistakable.

"Get yourself together, and don't come near me unless I call you," Freen ordered Nam, who left with a smile that seemed to say, "It's alright; this is part of my job."

Once Nam had gone, Freen turned to me, her expression stern. She was clearly upset that I had been seen with someone else in another person's apartment.

"I'm not sure about your relationship with that guy. Back when I was looking for you, he was with your best friend, so I assumed he was your best friend's boyfriend. And now, this? What exactly is your relationship with him, Becky? Are there others besides him? How many are there?" Freen bombarded me with questions, and the last one felt offensive.

"How many guys do you think I'm involved with, Freen?" I asked incredulously. "Aren't you the one who made me a secret affair?"

"Aren't you?" she shot back. "Remember your birthday night? You didn't tell me about the party, and Non confessed to you. And now, this guy was holding your hand in the hallway. Who am I to you, Becky? Where do I stand in your heart?" Freen's questions continued to pour out.

I didn't know how to react. I was deeply disappointed in her. How could she speak as if I wasn't giving my all to this relationship? I was a secret, yet she acted as though I were the one being unfaithful.

"Can't I ask you the same, Freen? What am I to you? If you truly love me, why keep me hidden?" I retorted. "Stop accusing me of having affairs when you're the one making me your secret."

Freen was taken aback. "I've told you, it's not the right time yet."

"And I've told you, there's no one else but you," I replied firmly. "I agreed to be hidden, I agreed to your terms, and I even went against my principles. Yet, you still doubt me?"

"I'm not doubting you, Becky," Freen murmured, avoiding my gaze.

"You're accusing me of cheating," I said. "Zee is just a friend. He was explaining something to me that day because I saw him kissing your husband! If you don't want to believe me, then fine. I won't explain anymore."

I turned to leave her office, but she quickly wrapped her arms around my waist, rested her chin on my shoulder, and hugged me tightly.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I was just jealous, Bb."

"Jealous of what?" I inquired. "What do I need to do to make you believe that you're the only one I'll ever love? How can I prove my sincerity?"

Freen sighed and shook her head. "You always have. I'm just in a bad mood today because of work, and then this happened. I'm sorry, Bb. Please forgive me." She kissed my neck lightly, making me shiver.

I turned to face her, cupping her cheeks. "Don't believe everything you see on social media, okay? Regardless of what they say or do, I will always love you," I assured her, planting a kiss on her lips. "I love you so much."

Freen embraced me tightly, kissed me passionately again, and sat me down on the table. Her kisses trailed down to my neck, eliciting soft gasps from me, but then someone knocked on the door, causing us to separate.

Freen quickly fixed her smeared lipstick and motioned for me to sit properly on the couch.

"Who is it?" Freen inquired.

"Ms. Freen, Mr. Saint is here," the secretary replied.

Freen glanced at me, and I nodded, giving her permission to let him in. I had no qualms about it. I knew Freen was mine now; she wouldn't leave me for someone she didn't love.

"You have a visitor?" Saint asked, looking at me. "Becky?"

"Good morning," I greeted, standing up. "I'll excuse myself." I began to leave, but Saint stopped me.

"Stay, Becky. I'm here to discuss the issue you're facing, so you should stay," Saint insisted, motioning for me to sit, and I complied.

"I've asked the team to issue a statement about this matter, Saint. Becky and that guy are just friends. She confided everything in me," Freen explained.

"I know she's innocent, Freen," Saint added, turning to me. "She has a girlfriend, right?" He smiled at me.

"Girlfriend?" I questioned.

"Yes, am I right?" he probed.

Saint knew. He wanted me to deny Freen in front of him, but I would never do that. I knew Freen would choose me, perhaps not immediately, but eventually.

"Yes, I do," I replied. "And I love her deeply. I would do anything to keep her, and I would never cheat on her while she waits for me to come home. I will always be faithful to her. If only I could shout to the world that she's mine, I would. Unfortunately, I'm in this industry, and relationships like ours aren't easily accepted."

Saint glared at me and looked away. He then turned to Freen and handed her an envelope he had been carrying.

"Dad wants you to review these files. I'll pick them up next week," Saint said before excusing himself and leaving.

I smirked when Saint left, but when I saw the name on the envelope, my eyebrows furrowed.

"R. Armstrong."

Was that for me?