L O M L ~.... Of My Life They were once everything to each other. Now, they're strangers with a past that won't stay buried." Freen and Becky fell in love when they were just girls - young, fearless, and convinced the world would bend to their love. Freen came from a modest background, while Becky belonged to a world of wealth, expectations, and a family that never truly accepted their relationship. Despite it all, they were happy. Until one day, Freen vanished without a word. Years later, Becky has rebuilt herself. Focused. Cold. Determined to take over her father's company. She's buried her past and locked the door tight. But when Freen suddenly returns - brought back into her life by a business proposition from her very own parents - the wounds she thought had healed begin to bleed again. Becky wants nothing to do with her. Freen still holds onto a truth she's never dared to tell. And neither of them is ready for the fire that still smolders between them. Sometimes, the past doesn't knock. It kicks the door open.

Rebecca Armstrong is a machine. As the most ruthless, brilliant corporate attorney in Bangkok, she has built impenetrable walls around her life. To keep her suffocating, billionaire family off her back, she entered an ironclad fake marriage with her gay best friend. It was the perfect, emotionless arrangement. Until the ghost she spent eight years searching for buys her law firm. Sarocha "Freen" Chankimha used to be the untouchable campus menace. Now, she is a terrifyingly wealthy, incredibly dangerous corporate CEO. Eight years ago, Freen took the fall for a violent crime to protect Becky's flawless reputation, vanishing into the dark to let her Princess shine in the light. Now, Freen is back to reclaim what belongs to her. But when she discovers Becky is married-and allegedly pregnant-the fiercely possessive CEO is forced to step back. What Freen doesn't know is that the marriage is a legal shield, the baby is a vindictive lie, and Becky is furious enough to use both to completely destroy the woman who abandoned her. It's a high-stakes game of corporate chess, toxic jealousy, and lethal attraction. But when the red flag you're supposed to run from is the only person who can make your heart beat... how long can you keep the walls up?

Some stories don't need a name. Just two hearts finding their way. When Becky's world falls apart-her fiancé cheating with her cousin, her future unraveling in a single moment-she doesn't expect the quietest person in the room to become her loudest support. Freen has always admired Becky from a distance. Confident, driven, and untouchable... until now. One night, one unexpected act of kindness, and a twist of fate pull them into a connection neither of them saw coming. As Becky faces an unplanned pregnancy and a future she never imagined, Freen stays by her side-not as a savior, but as something deeper. Something real. Through stolen glances, late-night talks, and unspoken moments, the lines between friendship and something more begin to blur. This isn't a love story with grand gestures or perfect timing. It's about choosing someone when it matters most. Even if you don't have the right words for it yet.

Freen is a work-focused woman who constantly has to assert herself against her father. But before she can finally take over the company, he demands something she doesn't want: to finally settle down and find a partner. Then she meets a young mother on the run from her ex who desperately needs money. Without thinking twice, she makes Becky Armstrong an immoral offer... It's all ficiton, of course, none of this is real. Enjoy :-)

Everyone at Siam University knows Freen Sarocha Chankimha. Third-year Architecture student. Campus flirt. Certified heartbreaker. The girl who winks at you on a Monday and ruins your entire week without even trying. She is loud, effortlessly charming, and treats life like one long performance that everyone is lucky to watch. At least - that is the version everyone knows. Becky Armstrong has known Freen her whole life and cannot stand her. Her sister Charlotte's best friend. Always in their living room. Always with that ridiculous grin. Always joking when she should be serious, laughing when she should be quiet, and somehow - somehow- always there. Becky has made her position very clear. Freen is careless. Freen is exhausting. Freen needs to find somewhere else to be. What Becky does not know - what she has never been told - is that behind every joke and every easy smile, Freen Sarocha Chankimha is the most careful person in any room she enters. Careful not to want too much. Careful not to stay too long. Careful, above everything else, not to let Becky Armstrong see that she has been quietly, helplessly, hopelessly in love with her since they were five years old. --- This is the story of two girls who grew up in the same world and saw each other completely differently. It is slow. It is stubborn. It is occasionally hidden inside a laundry cupboard. It is enemies to something-that-feels-a-lot-like-friendship, and friends to something that neither of them has a safe word for yet. It has a park bench that changes everything, a boy who deserved exactly what he got, and a first kiss that one of them will start and neither of them will forget. It also has a shadow - quiet, patient, unnoticed - that has been there longer than anyone realised. --- Some people love loudly. Freen loved in silence for fourteen years. It was Becky who finally made her stop. Original Story!! Inspired by my own thoughts 💬 💬 😁😍🤣

Freen was a strikingly beautiful and formidable woman, confident in her success, until an existential crisis prompted her to question her very being. In contrast, Becky exuded warmth and joy but found herself vulnerable and seeking solace amid challenging circumstances. When their paths crossed, an unexpected agreement emerged, one that would irrevocably transform their lives in unimaginable ways. ------------------------------------ This is my original story on AO3 and I decided to put this on WattPad. It's my first time, so please go easy on me. Thank you and I hope you enjoy this fic.

A marriage formed by circumstances, not choice. Two women sharing a life without sharing names, moving through the same space as strangers. This is a story about time, silence and what slowly grows in the spaces between them. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Please note: It's all fiction. It's a WLW story. Strictly, NO GIP❌ content, I never write that.

Rebecca's unrequited love for Freen persists despite years of rejection. Standing at the school gates with roses and a teddy bear, she endures her friend Faye's criticism, determined to prove her devotion. Freen, however, remains firm in her disinterest, brushing off Rebecca's gesture with indifference. Faye urges Rebecca to move on, pointing out Freen's apparent lack of seriousness in her romantic flings. But when Rebecca sees Freen showing affection toward a new girl, her jealousy flares, though she insists to herself that Freen's actions are meaningless. Ignoring Faye's warnings about heartbreak, Rebecca clings to hope, vowing to win Freen's love someday-even as her efforts seem increasingly futile.

Rebecca's tears began to fall as she sank to her knees. "It's been a long time, baby. Too long," she said, her voice trembling. "I promised to love you and only you, and I've kept that promise. I loved you since we were seven, Freen. But I have to move on now." The weight of her words crushed her chest, but she pressed on, speaking as though Freen were there, listening. "It's not fair to her, to Jane, the way I've been living in the past. She loves me, and she deserves more than this half-hearted version of me. So this is goodbye, Freen. My last visit."

They knew how to win everything - except each other. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Please note: It's all fiction. It's a WLW story. Strictly, NO GIP❌ content, I never write that.