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

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 37

The grandmother's voice echoed through the spacious living room, drawing everyone's attention. With a flourish, she presented Freen with a neatly folded ticket, adorned with intricate patterns and the logo of a luxury airline. Or should we say a private plane?

"Here, Freen," she said with a smile, her eyes twinkling with excitement. "I've booked a ticket for you to Maldives. The resorts and everything are taken care of."

Freen's eyes widened in disbelief as she took the ticket, her fingers trembling slightly. "Maldives? But Grandmother, we didn't plan for a honeymoon." she protested, her voice laced with surprise.

Rebecca's heart raced as she glanced at Freen, her mind racing with a mix of emotions. Maldives? Honeymoon? This was not part of the plan she had envisioned for their contract marriage.

Before anyone could respond, the grandmother continued, her tone firm yet cheerful. "Nonsense, my dear. Every newlywed couple deserves a romantic getaway. Consider it a gift from me. Go. And make me a grandchild." The grandmother grinned excitedly makes freen gulped her saliva hardly.

Freen exchanged a bewildered glance with Rebecca, their minds spinning with the unexpected turn of events. "But Grandmother, we really dont want—" Freen began, but the grandmother waved off her protest with a dismissive gesture.

"No buts, Freen. Consider it my way of celebrating your marriage," she insisted, her smile unwavering. "You leave in two days. I trust you'll enjoy yourselves."

Rebecca's mind raced with questions and doubts, but she remained silent, unsure of how to react to this sudden change in their plans. As the grandmother and the queen continued to discuss the details of the trip, she stole a glance at Freen, her heart heavy with uncertainty.

Freen let out a defeated sigh, her shoulders slumping as she cast a glance at Rebecca. Rebecca responded with a roll of her eyes, a silent communication passing between them. Freen's expression mirrored Rebecca's, a mix of frustration, uncertainty and resignation.

Nam observed their interaction with keen interest, a smirk playing on her lips. She leaned in closer to Freen, her voice barely a whisper but audible enough for all of them to hear. "Come on, Freen. Make a good one," she urged, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Freen's reaction was swift, her hand shooting out to playfully smack Nam's arm. "Stupid," she teased, a hint of annoyed in her tone.

"Auch!" Nam hissed, rubbing her arm where Freen had hit her. She shot Freen a mock glare before breaking into laughter. The tension in the room dissolved, replaced by the easy banter and camaraderie of old friends reunited.

After for a while, they had done having a conversation and lunch together, Freen and rebecca going back to their house in awkwardness.

The car rolled along the streets, a thick silence settled between Freen and Rebecca, casting a heavy veil of tension over them. Each passing moment seemed to stretch infinitely, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the air.

Freen kept her gaze fixed on the road ahead, her jaw clenched tightly as she navigated the familiar route back to their house. Beside her, Rebecca sat with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her eyes staring blankly out of the window.

The tension in the car was palpable, suffocating any attempts at conversation. Each passing streetlight illuminated the strained atmosphere, casting long shadows across the interior of the car.

Neither Freen nor Rebecca dared to break the silence, each lost in their own thoughts and emotions. The weight of the day's events hung heavily between them, leaving them both feeling unsettled and unsure of what the future held.

"Can't we just not going to the honeymoon?" Rebecca's quiet words pierced through the tense atmosphere of the car, drawing Freen's attention.

With a skeptical arch of her eyebrows, Freen responded with a scoff. "You think I want to go with you? Euw, no. I hope we could, but it seems like nah, we can't. Grandmother will surely make sure we go," she retorted, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Rebecca's annoyance flared at Freen's dismissive attitude. With an exasperated scoff of her own, she turned to face Freen, her expression clearly conveying her irritation. "Can't you talk properly with me?!" she shot back, her voice edged with frustration. "You think I want to go with you? I won't, too! Then don't talk like I was that eager to go on a honeymoon with you," she added, her anger simmering beneath the surface.

Freen let out an exasperated sigh, her grip tightening on the steering wheel as she glanced over at Rebecca with a mixture of frustration and disbelief. "Fine, you don't want to go, I don't want to go. We're on the same page then," she retorted, her voice edged with irritation.

Rebecca rolled her eyes, her jaw clenched tightly as she stared out of the window, her frustration simmering beneath the surface. "Great, glad we agree on something," she muttered sarcastically, her tone laced with bitterness.

The tension in the car seemed to thicken with each passing moment, the air heavy with unresolved emotions. Neither Freen nor Rebecca seemed willing to back down, their stubbornness fueling the growing rift between them.

The air inside the car crackled with tension as their words hung between them, thickening the atmosphere with each passing moment. Despite the discomfort, they continued their journey in silence, the weight of their unspoken emotions pressing heavily upon them.

Even though with their mutual reluctance, Rebecca and Freen knew they had no choice in the matter. The grandmother's plans held sway over their decisions, leaving them with no option but to comply, even if it meant embarking on a honeymoon they both dreaded. As they resigned themselves to the inevitable, a heavy silence settled between them, each lost in their own thoughts as they contemplated the journey ahead.

Look, no matter if it is a small matter or not, they will always fight. Will this comes to the end? And how about their honeymoon?