Always Been You (S2)

Always Been You (S2)

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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."
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Freen Sarocha Chakminha didn't believe in love anymore. Not the kind that stayed. Not the kind that healed. She believed in control, in silence, in the armor she'd built from betrayal and ambition. Love was a transaction. Touch was temporary. And people-people always wanted something. Until the girl showed up at her door. Rain-soaked, trembling, eyes wide with heartbreak and hope. Rebecca Armstrong. Pregnant. Homeless. Carrying the child of Freen's brother-the same brother who vanished with her money and left chaos in his wake. Freen should have turned her away. She almost did. But something in Becky's voice-raw, unfiltered, painfully honest-cut through the walls Freen had spent years fortifying. She let her in. Not just into her house. Into her life. Into the quiet spaces she never let anyone see. And slowly, without permission, Becky began to unravel her. Not with grand gestures. But with soup and silence. With late-night study sessions and soft laughter. With the kind of love that didn't demand-but stayed. This isn't a story about perfect people. It's a story about broken ones who chose each other anyway. About fire inherited not from blood, but from survival. And how sometimes, the coldest hearts burn the brightest-when someone finally sees them.

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