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

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 47

The morning finally comes. As Rebecca stirred from sleep, her eyes slowly fluttered open to the sight of Freen's sleeping form beside her, their bodies entangled in an unexpected embrace. A surge of shock washed over her as she realized the proximity of their bodies, and the realization that she had been hugging the person she harbored resentment towards.

Her initial shock gave way to frustration as she struggled to untangle herself from Freen's embrace. With a muttered curse under her breath, Rebecca attempted to extricate herself from the situation, only to find that Freen's grip was surprisingly strong.

"Freen, wake up," Rebecca muttered, her voice laced with irritation as she tried to push her away. But Freen remained unresponsive, her breathing steady and even as she slept soundly beside her.

Frustrated, Rebecca glanced around the room, searching for the pillow she had placed between them the previous night as a makeshift barrier. To her dismay, it was nowhere to be found, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in Freen's embrace.

With a resigned sigh, Rebecca resigned herself to the situation, knowing that she would have to endure the discomfort until Freen woke up on her own. As she lay there, trapped in Freen's embrace, she couldn't help but curse her luck at finding herself in such a compromising position with the person she least wanted to be close to.

"Nita...." Freen suddenly mumbled as that's making Rebecca's heart sank like a stone as Freen's words pierced through her like a dagger. The mere mention of Nita's name sent a wave of anguish washing over her, stirring up painful memories and unresolved emotions that had long been buried.

In that fleeting moment, it felt as though the walls around her heart crumbled, leaving her exposed and vulnerable to the raw intensity of her feelings. The sting of betrayal, the ache of longing, and the bitter taste of jealousy mingled together in a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions, threatening to overwhelm her fragile sense of composure.

With a heavy heart, Rebecca tried to suppress the surge of pain that threatened to consume her, willing herself to remain composed in the face of Freen's unintentional slip of the tongue. But deep down, she knew that the wounds left by freen's hurtful word. A single word that could attack her, hard.

As she struggled to regain her composure, Rebecca forced herself to push aside the pain and focus on the present moment. But beneath the surface, the echoes of Freen's words lingered, serving as a painful reminder.

With a scoffed, Rebecca pushed Freen away with unexpected force, the sudden action caught Freen off guard, causing her to lose her balance and tumble to the floor with a loud groan of pain. "Rebecca!!!" Freen cried out, her voice filled with both surprise and anguish as she struggled to sit up.

But when Freen looked up, expecting to see Rebecca's concerned face, all she saw was the retreating figure of her wife walking away without a word. Confusion washed over Freen as she watched Rebecca's departing form, her heart sinking at the sight of the sadness etched on her features.

In that moment, freen a little weird but slowly she rise up from the floor, while rubbing her own back that felt a little hurt after what happened. Gosh, how can rebecca being this violent.

Freen just shakes everythings off as she started to getting ready and packing up for their way back off back home. The flight will be on evening, and its somehow a little luck when rebecca kick her down because if not, freen sure she will be late for their departure.