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

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As the days passed, Rebecca found herself staying and feeling the comforts of home, a instruction from freen that she couldn't denied. Despite her initial hesitation, she couldn't deny the warmth of Freen's concern, the underlying care that permeated every word and action. Freen didn't let her working because she's still in her period, and freen wont let her getting sick during work, never.

Each day, Freen's insistence on her staying home only reinforced Rebecca's sense of being cherished, of being the center of Freen's world.  It was a feeling she hadn't experienced before, one that filled her with a sense of security and belonging she had longed for. Freen is so caring yet possessive.

Though she missed the hustle and bustle of the workplace, the routine of her daily tasks now took on a different significance for a moment. She was ask by freen to stay home and cook for her for dinner everytime she comes back home after work. That's what freen said sternly, making rebecca couldn't disagree it anymore.

And as she waited for Freen to return home each evening, Rebecca found solace in the simple moments they shared together. Whether it was lounging on the couch with a movie, or engaging in playful banter over dinner, their bond only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day.

In those quiet moments, Rebecca couldn't help but marvel at the depth of Freen's care, grateful for the opportunity to bask in its warmth and embrace its comforting embrace. And as she looked ahead to the future, she knew that with Freen by her side, she could weather any storm that came their way.

Today, its still the same as rebecca still not done with her period. When Rebecca tidied up Freen's room, her eyes suddenly fell upon a piece of paper tucked away in the wardrobe. With a curious furrow of her eyebrows, she reached for it, her fingers brushing against the smooth surface.

Unfolding the paper, her eyes widened in surprise as she read its contents. It was a document detailing the ownership of shares in Armstrong, her parent's company. What caught her off guard was the revelation that the shares were fully under her name.

Questions swirled in Rebecca's mind as she tried to make sense of the discovery. How had this come to be? Why were the shares in her name, and not her parent's or orn's? And what is freen trying to do?

Her heart raced with uncertainty as she considered the implications of the document. Was it a mistake? Or was there something more to it that she wasn't yet privy to?

With a sense of unease settling in her chest, Rebecca knew that she needed to confront her parents about this revelation. But until then, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the back of her mind.

With her heart pounding in her chest, Rebecca's feet somehow stepping away rushingly and she follow her heart at the moment. Out of sudden, Rebecca found herself standing in her parent's house, face-to-face with her father. The quiet of the empty house offered a moment of privacy that she desperately needed. And at the moment too, she doesn't know what and why she did this, but her hands was trembling and shaking over this actions.

Slowly, as she engaged in small talk with her father, her mind raced with thoughts of the document she had discovered in Freen's room. With each passing moment, the weight of the revelation grew heavier, urging her to take action of her main purpose coming here.

In a bold move fueled by a mix of fear and determination, Rebecca reached out and discreetly plucked a strand of her father's hair. With trembling hands, she carefully concealed it within the palm of her hand, her mind already racing ahead to what she would do next.

Though her actions felt deceitful, Rebecca couldn't shake the need for answers. She needed to know the truth, even if it meant confronting uncomfortable realities about her own family.

With the strand of hair safely tucked away, Rebecca braced herself for the next step in her quest for answers, knowing that the journey ahead would be fraught with uncertainty and potential revelations she may not be prepared to face.

"Then father... may i excuse myself? See you soon." Rebecca fake a smiles widely, as she bid the goodbye to Mr Armstrong before she walk out and the driver drove away to the place she want to go. Its a hospital. Yes, she want to do a DNA test. Reaching and talking with the doctor, which is doctor rina, the hair successfully under examination and only waiting for results.

After that, rebecca going back home, only to found herself a little lost yet still trying to cook for freen's dinner. Rebecca stood in the kitchen, the aroma of spices and simmering sauces filling the air as she prepared dinner, just as Freen had requested. But despite her efforts to focus on the task at hand, her mind was consumed with the things that she just know. Why and how? She was thinking that, hard.

She couldn't shakes the feeling of anxious of the results that she will get soon. And will this result will turned everything down? Or what?

As she chopped vegetables with practiced precision, her movements were mechanical, her thoughts elsewhere. She couldn't shake the sense of confusion that gnawed at her from within.

Lost in her turmoil, Rebecca barely noticed Freen's arrival until she heard her voice, cutting through the silence of the kitchen like a knife. "Are you okay?"

Startled, Rebecca looked up to see Freen standing beside the counter, concern etched on her face. For a moment, Rebecca hesitated, unsure of how to respond. But then, with a deep breath, she forced a smile and nodded. "I'm fine, just lost in thought."

Freen's eyebrows furrowed, her gaze searching Rebecca's face for any sign of the truth. But Rebecca quickly averted her eyes, returning to her cooking with renewed determination.

Sensing Rebecca's reluctance to talk, Freen decided not to press the issue further. Instead, she moved to the kitchen counter and began setting the table in silence, the air between them heavy with unspoken words.

As they sat down to eat, the atmosphere remained tense, each bite of food accompanied by the weight of Rebecca's secret. And though Freen tried to engage her in conversation, Rebecca's mind was elsewhere, consumed by the revealations that she never know she need.