MARRY NOT ME [FreenBecky]

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Becky's POV

When I woke up in the morning, I looked up at the ceiling and recalled the happy moments I shared with Sam. She is the most amazing person I have ever met, and it feels like I was born to love her. However, my actions have caused her pain and hurt her deeply, which has left me feeling remorseful. I was foolish to believe that keeping secrets from Sam would make her happier, and my fear blinded her from the truth.

As tears fell from my eyes, I remembered the broken expression on Sam's face when she saw me holding Freen's hand with our wedding ring on. I understood how much I had hurt her, and I felt like I deserved how she turn her back and leave me.

As I scrolled through our conversation, I noticed that I had sent her over a hundred messages without receiving any response. It dawned on me that maybe she needed space and time to herself. Despite feeling anxious and uncertain, I knew that there would be an opportunity for us to talk things through properly. What's important is that she didn't break up with me, and I am still her girlfriend.

Upon checking the clock, I realized that it was already 1:00 PM, which did not come as a surprise since I slept at 5:00 AM due to my crying and thinking about what happened last night. I get my phone again and texted Sam, expressing my willingness to talk and explain everything whenever she's ready.

After getting up and yawning, I headed to the living room and noticed that Freen was not there. I wondered why she was not around, especially since it was a Saturday and we did not have work.

While sitting on the couch, my phone suddenly rang. Although I hoped that it was Sam, it turned out to be my dad, Mr. Charlie.

"I'm sorry about last night, I thought it was a good idea," Dad apologized as I answered the phone.

Mr. Charlie is a good person, but I don't think he's the perfect dad for Freen. Freen spoilt her dad so much that she would do whatever her dad wants her to do, even if it means marrying someone she doesn't love.

"It's alright, Dad. We're sorry too," I responded.

"Where's Freen? I can't seem to reach her," he asked.

"Uh, she's sleeping, Dad," I lied, knowing that he would ask more questions if I told him Freen wasn't around.

"Okay, tell her I'm sorry too, okay? Goodbye," he said.

"Okay, Dad, goodbye," I replied.

I stood up from my seat to make myself a cup of coffee since I had no appetite to eat even though it was already noon. I went to the balcony and was surprised by the scorching heat, which was unusual. "This heat is so intense," I complained.

I went back inside and turned on the TV, planning to spend the day watching movies and enjoying my own company. I checked my phone again but didn't receive any response from Sam, maybe she just needed time to herself so I decided not to disturb her.

I watched various movies from the recommended list, some of which I found boring and others that I liked. Eventually, I felt hungry, so I went to the kitchen and had a meal. I checked my phone again, but there were still no messages.

After eating, I returned to the couch, feeling a heavy weight inside me and wondering what Sam was doing at the moment. I couldn't help but wonder if she was crying.

As I wiped away my tears, I made a decision that if Sam doesn't reply by tomorrow, I will find a way to meet her. I'll go to her house and talk to her in person. I am fully committed to making things work between us, and I am even willing to marry her once the one-year contract is over.

As I was lost in thought, heavy rain suddenly poured outside, contrasting the scorching heat earlier. I walked out to the balcony to feel the calming breeze, enjoying the refreshing feeling it brought. I couldn't help but make another cup of coffee as it was a perfect match with the weather.

While I am sitting on the balcony, I started to think about Freen, wondering where she went. Well, maybe she went home to her private resort to clear her mind and be alone. Yssa broke up with her, and I knew that it must have hurt her deeply.

Just then, my phone buzzed, but it wasn't Sam. It was my Dad.

"Yes, dad?" I said.

"Becky, how are you?" He asked.

"I-I am okay, Dad." I replied.

"Tell me if something's bothering you, okay?" He said. I nodded as if we're talking in person.

"Okay, Dad, Thank you for checking up on me." I said.

"Welcome. I'll hang up." He said before hanging up. 

I let out a sigh because I know how I wish to tell my Dad about the distress this marriage is causing me. The situation is painful and I feel uneasy about it, yet I am powerless to do anything because this marriage has rescued our company and improved our lives.

After the sun had set, I returned to the living room and spent my time scrolling through my social media accounts. I noticed that the website I used to help employees with their problems was still active.

I sat down on the couch and turned on the speaker to see if music could really help alleviate loneliness because yes, I feel so lonely. But, before I could even choose a song, my phone rang again. I was surprised to see that it was Freen, we had exchanged cellphone numbers to communicate about the business since we weren't following each other on any social media platform. 

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hello, Ma'am?" A woman's voice replied, unfamiliar to me.

"Ma'am Becky, I would like to inform you that Ms. Freen has been taken to the hospital. She was found unconscious on the street, and was helped by some bystanders. If you are her relative, or know any of her family, please inform them to come visit her in the hospital, as she has no one else with her. We called you because you were the only contact in her phone book. Plea--"

I hung up the phone and grabbed my wallet before rushing out of the condo. I didn't care If I was still in my pajamas, or that I hadn't put on any makeup. I was shaking and scared, not knowing what had happened to Freen.

Shit, all this time I thought she went to her private resort, but why was she found in the middle of the street?

I quickly got into the car and said, "Please go faster." to my driver.

While on my way, I couldn't stop crying, so many thoughts were bothering me. I was trying to think of anything positive, but I couldn't calm down.

When we arrived at the hospital, I immediately went to the nurse station and said, "Freen... Freen Sarocha."