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

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 82

The next day, rebecca woke up with the determination to confront her family at the Armstrong mansion burned brightly within her. As she prepared to embark on this emotional journey, Freen's gentle offer to accompany her elicited a sharp reaction.

"Hey, let me follow you?" Freen's soft plea hung in the air, holding rebecca's arm but Rebecca's hand swiftly withdrew from her grasp. "Go to your ex-wife and your family. I don't need you," Rebecca retorted, her eyes shooting daggers at Freen.

There. With a deep sigh, freen couldn't help but to saw how rebecca walk away alone with the driver, droving away from the mansion. But Despite Rebecca's refusal, Freen's resolve remained unyielding. With a heavy sigh, she trailed behind Rebecca, silently acknowledging that her presence was necessary, even if it wasn't welcomed.

Yes. She follow her from behind, going to Armstrong mansion by herself, and rebecca knows that when the driver keep telling her that 'Prince Freen' is following her. Rebecca just humming, and still in her blunt jealousy from the previous night. Right now, she want to focus on this. Focus on the confrontation with her family.

Freen couldn't help but feel the weight of Rebecca's words as they made their way to the Armstrong mansion. She understood Rebecca's frustration and resentment towards her frequent visits to her ex-wife and their children, Noah and Nita. Despite her own discomfort, Freen knew she had to respect Rebecca's boundaries and decisions, even if it meant facing her own internal conflict.

After for a while, they arrived in front of the Armstrong mansion.

As Rebecca stepped into the Armstrong mansion, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. The piercing gazes of the Armstrong family members bore into her, a mix of suspicion, confusion, and perhaps even malice. Orn sat beside her mother, her expression unreadable, while Mr. Armstrong lounged nearby, seemingly disinterested in the proceedings as he played with his phone.

But when she entered the Armstrong mansion, Mr. Armstrong greeted her with a seemingly warm smile. "Oh, Rebecca," he began, "what brings you here today? Would you like to join us for lunch?"

Rebecca's eyes welled up with tears as she met his gaze. "Mr. Armstrong, I... I need to talk to all of you," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Orn's mother, sitting beside her daughter, gave Rebecca a cold glance. "What could you possibly have to say to us now, Rebecca?" she asked, her tone laced with skepticism without knowing that rebecca clenching her jaw seeing her actions.

Rebecca took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I've come here to talk about the truth," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, but hearing shaky and firm at the same time too.

Mr. Armstrong's smile faltered slightly, his curiosity piqued. "The truth? About what, Rebecca?" he inquired, his tone now tinged with concern before he stood up and walk closer to her.

Tears streamed down Rebecca's cheeks as she looked around the room at each member of the Armstrong family. "About my place in this family," she said, her voice breaking with emotion. "And about the secrets that have been kept from me for so long."

Confusingly, Mrs Luny and orn look at her with a little scoffed. "What are you talking about? Tch." She groaned annoyingly. Rebecca's jaw clench, her hands curled to a shaky fist before she grasping for a envelope, throwing it onto the table roughly. That. That's making all of them shock over her actions.

"What is this all about, father? Why you didn't tell me?" Rebecca cries, and her voices was loud and clear all over the mansion. Furrowing her eyebrows, Mrs Luny grab for the envelope and when opening the envelope, she gasped, her eyes widened and her whole body seem trembling and flinched out of disbelief. "This is—-" She can't continue her words anymore.

There is a report where the company's share is hundreds percents under rebecca's name, and also another paper is a result of DNA test. Mrs Luny gasped in disbelief "H-honey?! You told me you already put the shares under my name and orn's name!" She shout, glaring to Mr Armstrong.

Rebecca scoffed as she chuckled in disbelief. Really. That bitch is still care about the company on this time. "Really? Still care about the company?" Rebecca ask sarcastically.

"THERE IS A FUCKING DNA TEST!!!! THE DNA TEST BETWEEN ME AND FATHER!! WHAT IS ALL THIS ABOUT?!" Rebecca shouts, screaming her heart out and that's when freen coming behind her, while Mr Armstrong and also Orn who heard this stunned and shocked. "YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT THIS FATHER!!! WHAT IS ALL OF THIS?!! MY LIFE IS A LIE ALL THIS TIME!!! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!!"

"This is nonsense..." Mrs Luny's eyes roaming rushingly on the DNA result as Orn then suddenly snatch those paper roughly, gaspinh in disbelief.

Rebecca's breaths came in ragged gasps as she awaited her father's response, her entire being trembling with a mix of emotions. Mr. Armstrong's eyes glistened with unshed tears as he struggled to find the right words to explain himself.

"Rebecca, please... sit down," he implored, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know you must be feeling overwhelmed right now, but there are things you need to understand."

Rebecca's fists clenched at her sides, but she glares to him deeply and sharply making freen slowly approach to hold her hand "Rebecca.."

"Dont touch me, freen!" Rebecca shout, stopping freen from doing this more. Freen froze, she sighing out loud and just stares to the shaky yet miserable state of her wife.

"What is this father?!!!" Orn shout, she throw those papers to the ground in anger and that's when Mrs Luny gulping, hard.

Mr. Armstrong took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he knew would be a painful conversation. "Rebecca, I... I kept this from you because I thought it was for the best," he began, his voice trembling with emotion. "I wanted to protect you from the truth, from the pain of knowing..."

Rebecca's jaw tightened as she listened, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't comprehend why her father had chosen to keep such a significant secret from her all these years.

"But you deserve to know the truth," Mr. Armstrong continued, his voice growing stronger with each word. "You are my daughter, Rebecca. No matter what, that will never change."

Tears spilled from Rebecca's eyes as she absorbed her father's words, a whirlwind of emotions crashing over her. She had yearned for the truth for so long, yet now that it was laid bare before her, she felt utterly lost. Rebecca's voice caught in her throat as she struggled to find the words to respond. In that moment, all she could do was wrap thinking again the comfirmation that make by her own father.

Its hurts, yet its so beautiful.