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

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 33

As evening approached, Rebecca found herself filled with anticipation as she prepared to meet Irin for lunch at their favorite cafe. It had been a morning of solitary meals and introspection, but now she was eager to share her thoughts and concerns with her trusted friend.

Irin had always been a patient listener, ready to lend an empathetic ear to Rebecca's endless musings. And today would be no different. Rebecca knew that she could count on Irin to provide the support and understanding she needed as she navigated through the complexities of her current situation.

As she stepped into the cozy ambiance of the cafe, the familiar scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods enveloped her, instantly putting her at ease. And as she settled into her seat across from Irin, she knew that she was in for an evening of heartfelt conversation and unwavering friendship.

"Can't you believe? Freen had a wife before? And a child? Gosh.." Rebecca's voice was laced with disbelief as she confronted Irin with her questions, her annoyance evident in the furrow of her brow and the sharp edge to her tone. Irin shifted uncomfortably in her seat, a nervous grin spreading across her lips as she met Rebecca's intense gaze.

"Don't tell me..." Rebecca's voice trailed off, her eyes narrowing as she pieced together the truth. "Irin??!!! You knew?!!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in volume with each word.

The sudden outburst drew the attention of the cafe's patrons, their curious glances directed towards the two friends sitting at the table. Rebecca flushed with embarrassment, quickly lowering her voice and offering a sheepish apology to the onlookers.

Irin sighed heavily, the weight of her secret weighing heavily upon her. "Okay, fine. I knew it before," she admitted, her voice tinged with resignation as she avoided Rebecca's accusing gaze, her eyes fixed on the table in front of her.

Rebecca's frustration was palpable as she continued to question Irin, her voice tinged with anger and betrayal. "What the hell... and what??! Why didn't you tell me?!" she demanded, her tone sharp with indignation.

Irin sighed heavily, her expression faltering as she met Rebecca's accusatory gaze. "I just... I thought P'Freen might have her reasons," she began, her voice wavering slightly. "Plus, I don't really know much about them, Rebecca. Even though I'm her cousin."

Rebecca's glare intensified, her disbelief evident in the way she shook her head in frustration. The silence between them stretched on, heavy with unspoken tension as Irin struggled to find the right words to explain herself.

After a moment, Irin's resolve crumbled, her voice barely above a whisper as she offered a hesitant apology. "Okay. I'm sorry," she murmured, her gaze dropping to the table in front of her as she awaited Rebecca's response.

Rebecca's sigh carried the weight of her frustration as she gazed at Irin, her eyes searching for understanding in her friend's expression. "It's not changing the fact that I'm already married to her" she confessed, her voice tinged with resignation.

Irin's eyes met Rebecca's, filled with empathy as she listened to her friend's words. Slowly, she lifted her gaze, her lips forming a sympathetic pout as she struggled to find the right words to offer solace. "I'm sorry, Rebecca" she murmured softly, her voice laced with regret.

Rebecca shook her head, her frustration evident in the way she ran a hand through her hair. "I can't blame you, Irin," she admitted, her tone tinged with understanding. "But still, it's frustrating," she added, her voice tinged with frustration. Rebecca doesnt know, but she think, if she knew about this earlier, she still will marry freen. Because of what? Because of the revenge. right?

Yup. This is for revenge. All of this for revenge. So why do you care rebecca? Gosh.

Rebecca whispered to herself.

Irin's expression softened further, a silent acknowledgment of Rebecca's feelings. "I know, Rebecca. I wish things were different" she replied softly, her voice filled with sincerity.

With a heavy sigh, Rebecca leaned back in her chair, her mind swirling with conflicting thoughts and emotions. "Yeah, me too," she muttered, her gaze drifting to the window as she grappled with the complexities of her situation.

Then suddenly, she look at irin again, as irin slightly surprised when seeing rebecca lean closer to her as if she is in excited to know something. "So tell me, about freen and her ex wife, what is her name? Nita?" Rebecca said bitterly, and sarcastically which makes irin slightly smiling and shook her head.

"Hm. Its Nita. Her real name is Heidi, Amanda jensen. Basically a mixed woman. What i know is she's come from a rich family. But yeah not so rich like freen or what. She just a business man's daughter. Her parents is a business persons." Irin said makes rebecca humming and scoffed out of sudden.

"What's so special about her that makes freen marrying her." Rebecca groaned and somehow, she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms before leaning her back against the chair. Hearing that, irin smirking and stares to her with a teasing smile. "I can say that she's sexy? Pretty, tall, and good at flirting. Maybe that's why?" Irin laugh and said that only to joke around but not for rebecca.

Rebecca found that irin's words is making her head boiling. "Tch." Rebecca scoffed.

"Then?"

"Then, what i know is, they getting married only for a short time. I mean not that short. Maybe one year and half? When knowing Nita is pregnant, and that time Noah was still a little baby, p'freen tell us, our big family that they were planning to divorce." Irin explained again as rebecca raised her eyebrows and coming closer to irin again.

"Why? That's so sudden." Rebecca mutters, in weird.

"I dont know though. No one know. Maybe freen know? Or maybe just she and her family know. Because we, the big family of the royal not knowing about this in details." Irin said "But Noah is really looking like freen. Right? He's so handsome! Good looking like his daddy." Irin continue as once again, rebecca's face switches.

Rebecca sighing out loud and slightly pouting as she lean her back against the chair again. This time, irin couldn't read her thoughts. What's wrong with this girl? Looking like she's sulking?

"Hey. Becky. What's wrong?" Irin asked, as rebecca averted her eyes towards irin with her pout still visible. "Nothing. Im going back. Thankyou for today." Rebecca said and stood up, grabbing her handbag and walk away, leaving irin in stunned.

"What..?" Irin mumbles, rubbing her nape and stares toward rebecca's figure that slowly disappears from her sight. Didn't irin know that rebecca felt a little upset and annoyed because of what she said?