Leave Your Lover (18+) || FreenBecky [Completed]

Chapter 31

"I can't let him go; he's important," Freen replied, and a bitter smile crept across my face. "Besides that, Becky, please."

"There's no other way, Freen. I don't want to be part of a secret affair. I deserve more than that," I said, exiting the restroom.

Non saw me in tears and offered me a handkerchief without asking any questions. "Thanks," I muttered.

"Today, the director had an urgent meeting. You can head home," Non sighed. "I apologize for eavesdropping, and I'm sorry for not telling you sooner. I thought you already knew," he admitted.

"Can you keep it a secret?" I pleaded.

He nodded. "Of course, anything for you."

I grabbed my bag and hurriedly left, not caring if the staff or anyone else saw me in my emotional state. All I wanted was to get away.

It was ironic how I had developed feelings for Freen, even though I knew she couldn't love me back. I thought she wasn't ready for commitment, but she was already committed – for three years. She had been married for three years and had been involved with me. She was the one who had taken advantage of me. If I had known she was married, I would never have spent those nights with her.

I felt disgusted with myself. How could I have done that? How could I have allowed myself to potentially wreck a family?

I had always told myself I would never become a mistress, that I wouldn't ruin a family or cause a child to suffer like I did when my father left us for another woman. I had been a daddy's girl and had trusted him completely. When he chose to be with that woman and abandoned me, I felt like I had made a terrible mistake in choosing him as my favorite. I was so disappointed in myself. I had hoped my father would apologize or ask for forgiveness, but he had vanished without a trace.

"What happened?" Zee asked as I entered the apartment, tears still streaming down my face. "Why are you crying, Becky?"

I couldn't tell him the truth, couldn't admit that I had been involved with a married person. I couldn't bear to confess everything.

"Zee..." I sobbed and hugged him tightly.

Zee had always been there for me, like an older brother and best friend rolled into one. He'd done everything to protect us from harm. He would be hurt if he knew the truth.

"What happened? Did someone hurt you? Were you bullied?" he asked, concerned.

I shook my head. "I'm just tired," I replied, trying to hide my true pain behind a forced smile.

"Are you sure?" he persisted, still not convinced.

I nodded and smiled. "Yes, I'll be fine. If anyone asks for me, tell them I'm not home."

I retreated to my room and allowed myself to cry. I needed to let it all out, or I felt like I would explode.

When I finally felt calm, I checked my phone and saw messages from Freen. She was looking for me and mentioned she was outside my apartment. Thankfully, Irin and Zee had told her I wasn't there, so she must have left by now.

I was about to delete our messages when she suddenly called me, and I answered without thinking. I wanted to end the call, but a part of me wanted to hear her voice. Why was I so drawn to her?

"Becky? Where are you? Please tell me. Please, let me see you," she pleaded, her voice trembling with worry.

"Let's end this, Freen," I finally said. "It's my fault anyway. You wanted to end it before, but I convinced you otherwise. I should've listened to you."

"Please, let's talk in person," she begged. "I want to see you."

"I can't," I replied, swallowing the lump in my throat. I feared that if I saw her again, I would only fall deeper for her. I would forgive her and beg her to love me in return. I needed to avoid her.

"Please, where are you?" she pleaded once more.

"Let's meet again when you're no longer married, Freen. I don't want to be a home-wrecker," I said, ending the call before she could respond.

It hurt, but I hoped that by tomorrow, the pain would be less intense. I hoped that things would be better.

I just didn't want to see her again. I didn't want to repeat the mistakes my stepmother had made.

How to unlove you, Freen?