The aftermath of the incident with Non left Becky shaken and Freen more protective than ever. Freen couldn't stand the thought of Becky being alone in England, vulnerable to further threats. She decided it was time to take a bold step to ensure Becky's safety and happiness.
One evening, as they sat in Becky's living room, Freen broached the subject. "Love, I've been thinking. What if you moved to Thailand with me? I can help you expand your business there. It's safer, and we'd be together."
Becky looked up from her work, her eyes widening in surprise. "Move to Thailand? Freen, that's a big decision. My business is here, my life is here."
"I know, love," Freen said gently, taking her hand. "But after what happened with Non, I can't bear the thought of you being at risk. I just want to protect you and make sure you're safe."
Becky pulled her hand away, feeling a mix of frustration and concern. "Freen, I appreciate your worry, but this feels like you're trying to control my life. My business is important to me, and I need to be here to run it."
Freen's face fell. "I'm not trying to control you, love. I just want us to be together and for you to be safe. We can work together to expand your business in Thailand. It's an opportunity."
Becky stood up, pacing the room. "It feels like you're not listening to me, Freen. I've worked hard to build my company here. Moving it to Thailand isn't as simple as you make it sound. And I don't want to feel like I'm just following you around."
Freen's frustration bubbled to the surface. "I'm trying to help you, Becky! Why can't you see that? I don't want you to go through something like Non's threats ever again."
Their argument escalated, voices rising as they each tried to make their point. The tension between them was palpable, and it was clear this wasn't just about the move. It was about their relationship, independence, and how they handled challenges together.
Freen felt a pang of despair and jealousy. "It's like you don't even care about what happened with Non. Are you okay with the way he treated you? Or do you actually want his attention?"
Becky's eyes flashed with hurt and anger. "How can you say that? Of course, I don't want his attention! But I can't just uproot my life because of one incident. It's not fair to me or my business."
Feeling misunderstood and overwhelmed, Freen made a sudden decision. "Maybe I should go back to Thailand. It's clear you don't understand my concerns, and maybe I was wrong to think you needed my protection."
Becky's heart sank. "Freen, please don't go. We need to talk this through."
But Freen was resolute. "I think we both need some space to figure things out. I'll book a flight for tomorrow."
In the days that followed, their friends noticed the strain. Nam, Kade, and Hang in Thailand, and Irene in England, all felt the ripples of their conflict. Nam called Freen, concerned. "What's going on with you and Becky? You've both seemed off lately."
Freen sighed, rubbing her temples. "I asked Becky to move to Thailand with me. I thought it was a good idea, but it's turned into a huge argument. She thinks I'm trying to control her, and I'm starting to feel like she doesn't care about what happened with Non."
Nam listened carefully. "Freen, you know Becky is independent. She's built something amazing on her own. Maybe she feels like you're not considering her perspective enough."
Meanwhile, Irene visited Becky, who was visibly upset. "What's wrong, Becky? You and Freen seemed so happy."
Becky explained the situation, her voice tinged with frustration and sadness. "I understand Freen's concern, but it feels like she's not respecting my decisions. I love her, but I need her to understand that my business is important too. And now she's left for Thailand, thinking I want Non's attention."
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Threads of Destiny
FanfictionIn the bustling streets of Bangkok, amidst the vibrant chaos, two souls were intricately woven together by the delicate threads of destiny. Freen and Becky, once childhood companions separated by miles and years, found their paths converging once mo...