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Chapter 42

"What did you do?"

"I already told you, I didn't do anything." Becky glances at them, her anger clear. "Do you really think I could kidnap a grown man all by myself? Who do you think I am? James Bond?" She scoffs.

"Becky..." Freen starts.

"No." Becky cuts her off. "We all know I'm not the only one with a grudge against him. Plenty of people hate him. It could have been anyone. If there's one thing he does constantly, it's annoying people."

"Fine." Richie responds, "But where were you?"

She lets out a deep sigh. "I drove to Pattaya. I went to my house and looked around. I just needed the peace and quiet that only that place can give me."

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"Hey! You okay?" Becky asks as she enters their bedroom and sees Freen lost in thought. Freen is already in bed, under the covers.

"Mmm." Freen hums, then raises both hands, signaling Becky to come closer. "Come here! Kiss me."

"Nope," Becky mumbles. "Not doing that." Still, she climbs into bed under the covers.

"Becky...." Freen whines.

Becky shakes her head. "I'm still scared about last night. What if I had hurt you? Why didn't you tell me?"

Freen huffs. "I was afraid of how you would react. I didn't want you to stop."

Becky continues to stare at her, unimpressed and unmoving.

"I want you, Becky," Freen whines again.

Becky laughs. "After I talk to your doctor at your next appointment."

"You can't do this to me," Freen huffs, annoyed.

Becky grins, amusement on her face. "I'm not doing anything."

"Exactly. You can't deny me sex," Freen says, crossing her arms over her chest.

"When did you become so needy?" Becky chuckles.

Freen shakes her head, unable to hide her smile. "You were gone for a month. I'm touch-starved. And sex-starved."

"It's just a month. This is probably the hormones," Becky sighs, though there's a playful tone.

"Whatever. Just come here and kiss me." This time, Freen doesn’t hold back. She pulls Becky by the collar of her pajamas until their lips meet in a heated kiss.

"Freen..." Becky breathes out when she feels Freen’s hand on her breast squeezing lightly. She lets out an involuntary moan.

"Hmmm..." Freen hums.

"Maybe not tonight." Becky says, abruptly pulling away from the kiss.

When Freen pulls back, her eyes search Becky’s face, and she’s slightly breathless. "Why?" A look of guilt crosses Becky's face, or at least Freen thinks it does.

"I'm tired and not really in the mood," Becky murmurs, her eyes almost pleading.

"O..okay." Freen doesn't argue, but she knows something is wrong. Becky never says no to sex.

"Becky?" Freen calls once they settle into bed on their sides. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yes," Becky responds, turning to face Freen.

"Do you miss him?" Freen asks, breathing heavily. "Is that why you went back there?"

Becky frowns in confusion. "Miss who?"

"Saint." Becky's body tenses. She looks at Freen, her eyes wide in shock. "What?" Becky shakes her head. "Where's this coming from?"

Freen sighs and shuts her eyes tight.

"Do you..." Becky pauses. "Do you miss him?" she asks, and Freen's eyes suddenly widen, Becky's gaze piercing through her.

Freen sighs and chews her lip. "It's not that I miss his presence. It's about those times when everything wasn't so awful. I know it was complicated, but it felt simpler."

"I can understand," Becky says, gently caressing Freen’s cheek.

"But I wouldn't want to change what happened, Freen," Becky continues. "I know it's selfish. I regret every day that I hurt you. But if I hadn't met him, I wouldn't have met you. If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have found my way back to myself. You, Freen, are my person, my soulmate, the love of my life. No matter how we met, I cherish every moment with you and will keep doing so."

Becky gently wipes the tears that have fallen from Freen's eyes.

"So don't think for a second that you're not enough for me. You are everything I want. God knows I'm not worthy of your love after what I've done. I still wonder how you can choose to love me every single day after everything. So no, Freen, I didn't go there because I missed anyone or because you weren't enough. I returned because that place still gives me comfort. I just needed to quiet the chaos in my head." Her voice falters, breaking.

"I'm sorry," Becky whispers, lowering her gaze in shame.

"No," Freen corrects her, her voice soft and warm. She reaches out, tilts Becky's chin up, and meets her uncertain gaze with a smile. "Don't be so hard on yourself. Becky, nobody has ever made me feel the way you do. No one has ever loved me the way you do. You are everything I need."

She pauses, searching for the right words. But there are no perfect words. There's only one thing repeating in her mind: "I love you, Becky."

"I love you too," Becky replies softly before leaning forward to kiss Freen.

"Is that your phone?" Freen asks as she pulls back.

Becky sighs as she reaches for her phone. "It's Heng."

Freen frowns. "Why is he calling at this hour?"

Becky shakes her head, unsure. "Put it on speaker," Freen suggests.

"Heng?" Becky answers.

"Becky! Where are you?" Heng's panicked voice comes through the line.

"At home."

"Is Freen and Lyra with you?"

"Yes. What’s going on, Heng?" She exchanges a worried glance with Freen.

"Becky, listen carefully. Nam and Richie are on their way to you. Nam will stay with Freen and Lyra to make sure they’re alright. But you need to leave with Richie. He'll take you somewhere safe."

Freen grabs Becky's hand, tightening her grip. Fear is evident in her eyes.

"Safe?" Becky mumbles. "What happened, Heng?"

"Where’s your engagement ring?"

Becky looks down at her hands, realizing it's not there. "I...it's not here."

"Did you have it with you at work?"

"I did." Becky thinks back. "Oh!" She suddenly remembers. "Someone spilled coffee on me this morning. I took the ring off when I went to wash up. I must have forgotten it."

"No, you didn't. It was part of his plan."

A terrible dread rises in Becky's chest. "What plan?"

"He is framing you. The police are already on their way."

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