Freen woke up to an empty bed, Seng nowhere to be found.
She got out of bed, stretched, and headed to the kitchen to make herself some coffee.
As she waited for the coffee to brew, her phone suddenly started buzzing with notifications.
She picked it up to see a flood of messages and calls from Saint, Becky, and Seng.
"Saint, what's going on?" Freen asked, answering his call.
"Freen, what's going on between you and Seng?" Saint asked, his voice disappointed.
"How did you know?" Freen asked, shock evident in her voice.
"Look at the internet and TV media, Freen. Your kissing clip with Seng is going viral," Saint replied.
"What," Freen breathed. "Ehen ,How?"
"I don't know, but you need to come see me. Now," Saint said, his voice firm.
Freen felt a wave of panic wash over her. "Saint, I can explain..."
But Saint cut her off. "Freen. You need to fix this. Now."
As Freen hung up Saint's call, her phone rang again. This time, it was Seng.
"Freen, don't panic. We'll get through this," he said, his voice calm.
But Freen was beyond consolation. "What do we do now, Seng? I'm scared," she said, tears streaming down her face.
Freen's voice was laced with fear. "Seng, our news is all over the internet. Fans are going to leave me. Becky will break up with me."
Seng tried to calm her down. "Freen, don't panic. We'll get through this together."
But Freen's words tumbled out in a rush. "No, Seng. You don't understand. Becky will leave me. She'll break up with me. I can't lose her, Seng. I can't lose both of you."
Seng's words turned angry. "You're worried about Becky? You're a two-timer, Freen. How could you say something like that to me? You care more about Becky than you do about me."
Freen's feared gets what seng is saying. "Seng, no. That's not what I meant."
But Seng cut her off. "Don't lie to me, Freen. I can see it in. You're more concerned about losing Becky than you are about losing me. Why are you being so considerate of her feelings? Why do you care more about her than you do about me?"
Freen felt a wave of panic wash over her. "Seng, please understand. I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just scared."
But Seng's anger only grew. "Scared? You're scared of losing Becky? What about me? Don't you care about losing me too?"
Freen's voice was barely a whisper. "Seng, I do care about you. I care about both of you."
Seng's expression turned cold. " You're cheating on her with me, Freen. And yet you're more worried about losing her than you are about losing me. That's not fair."
Freen felt a sting from Seng's harsh words. "Seng, please understand..."
But Seng hung up on her. As soon as the call ended, she saw Becky's messages, accusing her of breaking her trust.
In a fit of rage, Freen threw her phone across the room, shattering it.
She felt like her worst nightmares had come true.
She was scared, alone, and had no one to turn to.
As she sat in the darkness, she realized that the video had been shot from her window.
She quickly got up and closed all the windows, her heart racing.
She couldn't stop sobbing and trembling, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios.
She saw her future slipping away from her, and she couldn't do anything to stop it.
As the hours passed, Freen's panic turned to exhaustion. She fainted in the corner of her room, her body hot and sweaty.
Outside, her mother had been trying to get in touch with her, but Freen hadn't answered.
She had been worried sick and had finally decided to break down the door with the help of a neighbor.
As they entered the apartment, they found Freen lying unconscious on the floor, her eyes swollen and her body shaking. Her mother rushed to her side, calling for an ambulance as she held her daughter in her arms.
"Freen, my baby, what happened?" her mother cried, tears streaming down her face.
Freen's eyes flickered open, her voice barely a whisper. "Mom...I'm so scared."
Her mother held her close, rocking her back and forth. "It's okay, baby. I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you."
As they waited for the ambulance, Freen's mother couldn't help but think about how her daughter's life had spiraled out of control.
She had always been a good kid, but now...now she was in the middle of a scandal that could ruin her life forever.
The ambulance arrived, and Freen was rushed to the hospital. Her mother followed close behind, her heart heavy with worry.
"Freen, my baby, I'm here," she said, holding her daughter's hand.
Freen's eyes flickered open, her voice barely a whisper. "Mom...I'm so sorry."
Her mother smiled, tears streaming down her face. "It's okay, baby. I'm here. I won't leave you"
