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

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 117

As the sky outside transitioned from vibrant hues of orange and pink to a deepening shade of blue, Rebecca found herself pacing restlessly within the confines of her home. With each passing minute, her worry for Freen mounted, casting a shadow over her thoughts. Its already turned night, but freen was nowhere to be found.

She had expected Freen to return home by now, and the longer the silence stretched on, the more uneasy Rebecca became. Every creak of the floorboards seemed to echo her growing apprehension, each passing car outside only adding to her sense of restlessness.

Rebecca's mind raced with a multitude of scenarios, each one more alarming than the last. What if Freen had gotten into an accident? Or encountered some kind of trouble? The mere thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that gripped her heart.

Despite her attempts to stay calm, Rebecca couldn't help but imagine the worst. She longed for the reassuring sound of Freen's footsteps, the warmth of her presence filling the space around them. But as the minutes ticked by, the silence only seemed to grow heavier, enveloping Rebecca in a cloak of uncertainty.

As Rebecca waited anxiously at home, she couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at her insides. She knew that Freen was likely upset or mad with her after the incident with Mark at the office. The memory of their argument replayed in her mind like a broken record, each harsh word cutting deeper than the last.

How freen glaring to her, how freen's jaw tightened and clenched, and how freen's hands curled to a shaky fist just now. God..

With a heavy heart, Rebecca paced the length of the living room, her steps slow and measured. She couldn't bear the thought of Freen being angry with her, especially knowing that she was the cause of their discord. The weight of her actions hung heavily in the air, casting a pall over the once lively atmosphere of their home.

Rebecca's mind was a whirlwind of emotions as she grappled with the repercussions of her actions. She had never intended to hurt Freen, yet here she was, facing the consequences of her lapse in judgment. The silence of the empty house only served to amplify her feelings of remorse, each passing moment stretching out into an eternity of uncertainty.

Despite her inner turmoil, Rebecca held onto a glimmer of hope that Freen would eventually forgive her. She knew that their love was strong enough to weather any storm, but she also understood that it would take time to rebuild the trust that had been shattered in the wake of their argument.

As Rebecca continued to wait, the minutes stretched into hours, each passing moment amplifying her anxiety. She glanced at her phone repeatedly, hoping for a message or call from Freen, but the screen remained stubbornly blank.

With a heavy sigh, Rebecca sank onto the couch, her mind consumed by thoughts of Freen. She replayed their argument over and over in her head, analyzing every word spoken and every expression exchanged. She wished she could turn back time and erase the hurtful actions that had been done, but she knew that was impossible.

Glancing to the clock, there, its shows that its already 12Am. Its late night, but freen still not coming home.

Despite the darkness and silences that threatened to engulf her, Rebecca clung to a sliver of hope that Freen would return to her. She prayed for the chance to make things right, to apologize and reconcile with the husband she loved more than anything in the world. With that hope burning bright in her heart, Rebecca vowed to wait for Freen for as long as it took, determined to fight for their love no matter what obstacles stood in their way.