A Piece Of Us

A Piece Of Us

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Meet Freen Sarocha Chankimha, 27 years old. An executive at one of renowned public relation firm in Bangkok. Freen is a reserved kinda person to any eyes who doesn't know her very well but a softie among her friends and family. She has a massive crush on her long time friend, Charlotte but too shy to act on it.Her life is nothing but full of tranquility until a certain brunette came into her life after becoming their neighbor. Her mom always fond with Becky Armstrong but to herself, this girl is annoying and too perky. Becky Armstrong, 24 years old. A legal representative at Bangkok International Hospital just moved to Freen's neighborhood along with her parents and a dog named BonBon. People who known Becky know how perky this girl can be. Always full with smile and laughter. She fell in love at a first sight with Freen and always constant in Freen and Nun's life. What did exactly Becky's hide under her affectionate laughter and smile? And why Becky did what she did even though her action will hurt her even more? #DISCLAIMER: Everything in this story is made up. Don't try this at home-seriously. All characters and events in this tale exist only in the writer's imagination. Reality may vary.
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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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