Rebecca "Becky" Armstrong, a famous young actress, and "Freen" Sarocha Chankimha, a fiercely ambitious architect, share a love that once burned brightly. But as their careers pull them in opposite directions, their marriage is tested by unspoken fears, insecurities, and the crushing weight of expectations. Freen battles the ache of feeling unworthy of Becky's love, while Becky longs for the connection and intimacy they've lost. With media scrutiny and personal doubts threatening to tear them apart, they face an agonizing question: Can their love survive the distance, or will their once-unbreakable bond shatter beyond repair? ---- This is my first original story, and of course it's a fanfiction. None of this is real-it all exists only in my imagination. ---- ((This story contains heavy angst, slow burn and mature content. Reader discretion is advised))

The first time I lost her, it was raining. The second time, thunder cracked the sky. The third time, she was in my bed-but she wasn't mine. I used to believe silence was safety. That if I stayed quiet long enough, still enough, the world would forget I existed. It worked for a while. Until Becky Armstrong walked into my life with scraped knees, a crooked smile, and the kind of laugh that made silence feel like punishment. She was loud. Bright. Reckless. And I loved her-quietly, desperately. I never told her. Not when she kissed my cousin. Not when she kissed me. Not even when she said it meant nothing. So I left. I built a life out of steel and silence. And now she's here again-living in my house, breathing my air, asking for forgiveness I don't know how to give. She says she wants to be used. But I don't think she understands. I don't want to use her. I want to destroy her. And the worst part? I still love her. - Freen Sarocha Chakminha

Becky Armstrong's life was a symphony of precision and control. As a brilliant medical examiner, she approached every case with a logical mind and a steady hand. Her personal life was equally streamlined, with her daughter, Anna, being the center of her universe. But on this particular day, something felt off-kilter. Maybe it was the way the sunlight streaming through the windows highlighted the dust motes dancing in the air. Or maybe it was the way Anna's laughter echoed through the hallway, a carefree sound that seemed to hold a hint of foreboding. Whatever the reason, Becky couldn't shake off the feeling that something was about to change. And then, like a whispered secret, it happened. A knock on the door, an introduction, and a pair of piercing green eyes locked onto hers. Freen Sarocha Chanmika, the tough-as-nails detective, had walked into their lives, and Becky felt the axis of her world tilt ever so slightly. Sometimes you can feel the moment when your life changes; something happens and you feel a shift. Becky Armstrong didn't believe in fate; not really, and yet the day she and her daughter, Anna, met Freen Sarocha Chanmika, she couldn't help feeling like somehow her life had changed. She wasn't really sure what she felt that day, but watching Freen connect with Anna in a way that few others could, she couldn't help thinking that maybe, just maybe it was fate.

Becky's life takes a tumultuous turn when she discovers the painful truth about her boyfriend, Nop - he had betrayed her trust and cheated on her with another woman. Heartbroken and shattered, Becky struggles to come to terms with the betrayal, feeling a mix of sadness, anger, and confusion. Determined to heal and move on, Becky decides to distance herself from Nop and the memories they shared. With the support of her friends and family, she starts the process of rebuilding her life, one step at a time. However, the scars of the broken relationship run deep, and Becky finds herself guarded and apprehensive about love. In the midst of her journey towards healing, she meets Freen Sarocha, Nop 's enchanting step-sister, at a family gathering. Freen exudes a warmth and charm that immediately draws Becky in. Unlike her ex, Freen is caring, empathetic, and understanding, offering Becky a shoulder to lean on without judgment or pressure. As they spend more time together, Becky begins to open up to Freen about her past and her heartache. Freen listens intently, providing comfort and reassurance, making Becky feel seen and valued in ways she hadn't experienced before. In "That's the way I love you," Becky embarks on a journey of self-discovery, forgiveness, and the complexities of love. As she learns to heal from heartbreak, she must confront her feelings for Freen and confront the question of whether she can find the strength to love again despite her past

In the quiet northern town, Becky runs Petal & Thorn, a cozy flower shop where every petal holds a piece of her heart. Passionate, cheerful, and grounded, she's built a life of simple beauty-until chaos moves in upstairs. Then Freen entered, the enigmatic, sharp-tongued new tenant. With her brooding calm, sarcastic charm, and a frustrating habit of pushing Becky's buttons, Freen becomes an unavoidable presence in both the building and Becky's head. What begins as playful banter slowly gives way to complicated chemistry. Freen's teasing digs under Becky's skin, but her concern-masked behind snark and deflections-speaks of deeper layers Becky can't ignore. And despite their clashing personalities, moments of vulnerability begin to chip away at their guarded walls. Between nights together, unexpected kindnesses, and Freen showing up when she least expect to, Becky finds herself pulled into a world she didn't anticipate: one of secrets, unsaid apologies, and heartbeats that stutter for all the wrong reasons. As Becky fights to stay grounded in her tidy world of stems and petals, Freen's presence continues to unravel her. But love doesn't always bloom in perfect conditions. Because sometimes, love doesn't come softly. Sometimes, it crashes in like a storm-and all you can do is hold on.

Freen has always been cautious with her heart. Scarred by a past that taught her love comes with pain, she's sworn to keep her distance from anything that might leave her vulnerable. Then she meets Becky-a bright, confident woman who's everything Freen didn't know she needed. But Freen's fear of falling holds her back, even as Becky's persistence begins to crumble her walls. Becky has never considered the possibility of falling for a woman, but something about Freen feels different. Drawn to her in ways she can't explain, Becky embarks on a journey of self-discovery, grappling with feelings she never expected.

"I don't deserve to be happy, I don't deserve to have you, but even after all the things that happened, I still can't help but want you" Freen said as she finally let the tears that she's been holding back finally run down her face. ___________________ A freenbecky fanfiction. It's a story that I have been trying to write for quite some time now. Any similarities to other stories are purely coincidental. I wrote this story for entertainment purposes only. It's my first time writing a fanfiction so please do go easy on me.

#FreenBecky #BeckFreen Love isn't supposed to feel like waiting for something to break. Freen had everything-a perfect fiancé, a wedding on the horizon, and a love that was supposed to last forever. But love isn't just about how someone looks at you-it's about how they make you feel. And lately, Liam's touch feels colder. His words feel emptier. His love feels like a shadow of what it used to be. Then she sees the message. Rebecca. A name she doesn't know. But somehow, she already knows exactly who she is. A single text. A single night. A single mistake. That's all it takes for Freen's world to shatter. But she won't fall quietly. She won't let the woman who stole her future walk away unscathed. What she doesn't expect is for hatred to turn into something else. Something darker. Something addictive. Something she can't stop. Because the most dangerous kind of love isn't the one you fall into. It's the one you never saw coming.

Ex-US Army Master Sergeant, Freen Sarocha Chankimha heaved a deep sigh as her feet finally stepped inside the Suvarnabhumi Airport arrivals. It's been two painful years since she last saw this beautiful place. It was supposed to be a surprise homecoming for Freen after years of being overseas. Little did she know that she will also be surprised. A surprise that changed her entire life.. Rebecca Patricia Armstrong has been working as a resident nurse in Bumrungrad International Hospital for almost three years, apart from being a nurse she's also working as a part-time chemist at the same hospital. She was always fond of researches and developments that's why she took the offer to her to work in a chemist lab. She is always smart and methodological, but sometimes becomes stupid when she panics. She made a stupid decision that almost cost her and her brother's life. But sometimes the entire universe conspires for two people to meet. An unexpected meeting in the most uncanny circumstance. FreenBecky Apocalyptic AU This is an original story and a work in progress. Expect some typos and wrong grammatical errors since it's hard to proofread your own work 😅 Please do not copy. Thank you!

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