In this story, Freenbecky are Korean okay🤭 ..... "I'm positive Ms. Sarocha, we spotted her going out at the airport." Sarocha Freen froze. It's been three long torturous years since she last saw HER but the effect of her name is still the same. Becky Armstrong still makes her heart flips but this time, it's not a happy flip...it's a very livid & punishing flip! "Prepare the car Yaen, I'm going to remarry today and this time I'll fucking make sure she won't get away from me, from us.." she said while staring at the photo of her mate. .......... Notes: Pardon me with my grammatical and typographical errors! I hope you'll leave comments for me to read too. Thank you so much for reading! Start in: May 09,2025 End in : June 16,2025 /Freenbecky version/

She owns the hospital. She owns my heart. And now, she wants to throw them both away. Dr. Freen Sarocha is a celebrated Cardio thoracic surgeon, a devoted mother, and a wife desperately in love. There's only one problem: her wife, Dr. Becky Armstrong, the brilliant, icy trauma surgeon and sole owner of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, has fallen out of love with her. After 14 years together, Becky wants a divorce. The judge's verdict is a cruel twist: one year of forced cohabitation to "reconcile" for the sake of their three-year-old daughter. Now, Freen must share a home-and a bed-with the woman who views her with polite indifference. Freen's Rules for Survival: 1. Don't touch. 2. Don't cry. 3. Don't hope. 4. Try everything to win her back anyway. But the more Freen tries, the colder Becky becomes, building walls not just between them, but between Freen and their daughter. In the high-stakes world of Grey Sloan, where they navigate life and death daily, Freen must perform her most delicate operation yet: mending a family that only one of them believes is worth saving. Can a heart that knows every suture hold itself together when its own foundation is crumbling?

Freen, a carefree and flirtatious cardio chief, lives for fleeting connections and easy fun. Becky, newly divorced and carrying deep emotional scars, values quiet and control above all else. When fate-and family-throw these polar opposites together, their worlds collide. Freen's playful spirit finds its match in Becky's unbreakable calm, sparking a magnetic tension where irresistible force meets immovable object. This is a story of healing, family, and the unexpected love that blooms when sunshine tries to warm a carefully guarded heart.

We were a secret. Now she's a wife. Some loves don't end - they just learn how to hurt quietly.

Rebecca Patricia Armstrong was left alone at the altar by her groom in the morning of her wedding. Will she be okay to be the bride of Freen Sarocha Chankimha, with whom she grew up as a family to save her family's name and fame? What are the whirlwinds awaiting her to face once she choose her future and how it reveals whatever that was hidden in the past from her?

They got married because of their personalities... How did that happen? Becky and Freen's parents thought of marrying them off to each other because of their personalities. Their parents are close friends, so they readily agreed to the marriage, as they were fed up with dealing with their kids' antics. Is there hope that they'll fall in love with each other? Or will they continue to dislike each other and just pretend that they didn't got married, going about their separate lives as usual?

In the heart of Bangkok, where power is currency and secrets are more dangerous than bullets, two women are about to ignite a war of obsession, desire, and control. Freen Sarocha Chankimha, the icy CEO of Ninetytwo, built her empire with ruthless precision. On the surface, she's untouchable-feared by competitors, revered by her staff, and adored by the press. But beneath the polished exterior lies a secret she guards fiercely: the face of a woman she can't forget. A brief encounter at a gala months ago left Freen haunted by dark eyes, a scarred brow, and the scent of rain and roses. Since that night, she's searched in silence, consumed by an obsession she doesn't understand-and cannot escape. What Freen doesn't know is that she's already playing someone else's game. Becky Armstrong or known as Rebecca is no stranger to obsession. As the enigmatic leader of Thailand's most feared underground syndicate, she has built a legacy from shadows and blood. Cold, calculated, and always in control-until the night a stranger shielded her in the rain and then disappeared into the crowd. That woman was Freen. And Becky never let her go. Now, Freen's obsession has led her straight into Becky's sights. But Becky isn't ready to claim her prize-not yet. She wants to see how far Freen will indulge in hunger. How deep she'll let herself sink into the chase. Because Freen thinks she's chasing a ghost. But in truth? She's already been caught in the web made by HER.

"Frozen Petals" is a story of longing, power, slow-burning chemistry, and the kind of tension that lingers long after the last word. A cold woman. A lost girl. And a storm neither of them is ready for.

Becky has loved Freen for as long as she can remember. Freen, unaware, fell for someone else. Now in their adult lives-Freen struggling in a failing relationship, Becky silently holding years of feelings-their late-night conversations start to feel like something more. But timing has never been on their side. A slow-burn story of love that stayed quiet too long, and what happens when letting go is the only choice left.

For Public Prosecutor Becky Armstrong, that constant source of irritation comes in the form of a certain blonde rookie cop who seems to have made it her personal mission to push every single one of Becky's carefully maintained buttons. Officer Freen Sarocha Chakminha has this maddening habit of showing up in Becky's perfectly ordered world with that cocky grin, smart-mouthed comments, and a reckless streak that drives the by-the-book prosecutor absolutely crazy. At first, Becky tells herself she can't stand the newbie's attitude-the way Freen always seems to be testing boundaries, the way she never backs down from Becky's sharp remarks, and the way she keeps finding excuses to schedule unnecessary meetings at the prosecutor's office. It's infuriating, really, or at least that's what Becky keeps telling herself when her heart rate picks up every time that business card gets another call. But lately, something's been shifting in ways Becky doesn't want to examine too closely. When Freen doesn't show up for their scheduled appointments, Becky finds herself staring at the clock and wondering where the blonde troublemaker could be. And when those mischievous eyes meet hers across the courtroom or conference table, Becky starts to wonder if maybe-just maybe-this constant battle of wills isn't as unwelcome as she's been pretending. What happens when the prosecutor realizes that all this attention from her favorite pain-in-the-ass officer might be exactly what she's been craving all along? And what's she supposed to do when she starts feeling things that could get them both in serious professional trouble?