A hot widower's wife || FreenBecky (G!p)

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 29

After the family meeting and everyone is going back home, its leaving only rebecca at the palace. Rebecca took a deep breath, steeling herself as she approached the queen in the opulent living room of the palace. Gripping the canvas board tightly in her hand, she summoned a tentative smile before speaking. "Mother..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it was enough to catch Mrs. Chankimha's attention, causing her to raise her eyebrows inquisitively.

As Mrs. Chankimha turned her cold gaze towards Rebecca, a shiver ran down her spine. The icy demeanor mirrored that of her daughter, Freen, and Rebecca couldn't help but draw the chilling comparison. Gathering her courage, she continued, her voice steady despite the nerves coursing through her. "I wanted to show you something..." She held out the canvas board, her heart pounding in her chest as she awaited her mother-in-law's response.

Rebecca held out the canvas board, presenting a stunning painting depicting lush greens and vibrant flowers. "I wanted to give you this as a gift for your approval" she explained, her smile widening with anticipation. "And also as a sorry that my family didn't bring you anything."

Mrs. Chankimha's eyes widened in astonishment as she took in the beauty of the artwork. A gasp escaped her lips, and she turned to Rebecca, her expression softened by the unexpected gesture. "You bought this?" she asked, her voice filled with incredulity.

Rebecca chuckled, shaking her head. "Of course not. I painted it," she clarified, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I gave one to grandmother as well, and this one is for you." The warmth in her words matched the warmth of the smile that graced Mrs. Chankimha's face as she admired the painting, a silent token of reconciliation and understanding between them.

"I thought you gave this only to me." Mrs Chankimha said and gripping the artwork, adoring it deeply. Rebecca's smile widened at Mrs. Chankimha's words, her heart swelling with gratitude and happiness. Seeing someone appreciate her artwork brought her immense joy, reminding her of the simple pleasures that came from sharing her passion with others.

Without a word, she watched as Mrs. Chankimha examined the painting, her eyes tracing over the intricate details with admiration.

In that moment, any lingering tension between them seemed to dissipate, replaced by a shared appreciation for the beauty of art and the power of connection. As Rebecca stood there, basking in the warmth of Mrs. Chankimha's approval, she couldn't help but feel a sense of hope blossoming within her—a hope for understanding, acceptance, and perhaps even a bond that transcended their differences.

"But this is not a bribe right?" Mrs Chankimha suddenly ask makes rebecca chuckled and shook her head. "Of course its not, mother." She said, smiling again. And what she know the next thing is, Mrs Chankimha stood up, and walking away while still adoring her painting. Gosh. That's making rebecca can't stop smiling. She know she make a good job this time.

Gratefully, Freen's mother like it.

"What are you smiling to." A voices suddenly heard against her ears and that's when rebecca glance to the side, seeing freen who coldly make her way to sit across her. Rebecca rolled her eyes and look away in annoyed. "What? Ugh, annoying."

Freen gasped and scoffed. "What? I didn't even do anything!" Freen said makes rebecca look at her and wearing her disgusting face. "And what's about just now? Next week? Because you can't hold it? Euw! What's that?" Rebecca groaned, and that's make freen smirking and look at her deeply.

"Hey hey! You think im gonna do IT with you or what?" Freen scoffed. "That's all just an acting okay!" She whispered. "So that i could married you and we could get in the war sooner!" Freen continue and crossed her arms against her chest.

Rebecca frown "Whatever you said, oldie." She said and walked away to the outside makes freen gasped and look at her in disbelief. "Hey!! What??! Oldie??! Rebecca!!! You should respect me!!!" Freen shout out loud, but that's not earning anything from rebecca since rebecca just mimicking her annoyingly. "Nyenyenyenye. Annoying."

Rebecca shook her head and just get into the car, letting the driver drive her away without even telling freen. For sure, this marriage might involving two wars.

First - A revenge war that happened between rebecca and her own family.

Second - a biggest war between rebecca and freen. Whose Basically a stranger at the first place.

In the other side, the tension between Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong crackled like electricity in the air. As Mr. Armstrong's voice boomed with indignation, his anger and frustration echoed off the intricately adorned walls, filling the space with an almost tangible force. "What are you doing, Luny?! We're in front of the majesty! You should've behaved yourself and not embarrassed our family!" His words reverberated through the room, a sharp rebuke that seemed to pierce the very core of their familial unity.

Mrs. Luny stood before him, her posture rigid with defiance, her jaw clenched tightly as she met her husband's glare with equal intensity. Despite the weight of his words, she refused to back down, her fists balling up at her sides as her anger surged within her like a tempest ready to unleash its fury upon the world.

With each passing moment, the tension in the room grew thicker, suffocating in its intensity. And then, like a volcano on the brink of eruption, Mrs. Luny's pent-up rage finally found its release. "I will make sure you regret making this decision! Freen is for Orn! And you should have thanked me for taking Rebecca as our adopted child! If not, Rebecca wouldn't even be here," she spat out venomously, her words dripping with resentment and bitterness as she hurled her accusations at her husband.

And with that final declaration, Mrs. Luny turned on her heel and stormed away, leaving Mr. Armstrong reeling in her wake. As he sank heavily onto the couch, the weight of her words pressed down upon him like a leaden cloak, suffocating him with a sense of helplessness and regret.

In the silence that followed, Mr. Armstrong found himself grappling with a profound sense of disillusionment. Despite his deep-seated sympathy for Rebecca and his burning desire to intervene, he couldn't shake the paralyzing grip of fear that held him in its thrall. As he sat there, lost in his own thoughts, he couldn't help but wonder why he always seemed to weak when it came to standing up to his wife, even when it meant defending what he knew to be right.