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

Chapter 4

As I was reading my script for tomorrow, an unknown caller interrupted me. Unwilling to answer, I continued memorizing my lines, knowing that Freen would probably watch my performance.

By the way, the article had been taken down after our initial viewing. I thought Freen had promoted it to boost my fame, making the series trend. However, I suspected that the publisher had never intended to post it.

Suddenly, my phone chimed with a message from an unknown ID.

"Meet me tonight. Are you busy?" - Non.

I smirked and couldn't resist typing a playful reply. Apparently, my charm had worked earlier. These people were clearly susceptible to some strategy.

"Where do you want to meet?" I responded, glancing at myself in the vanity mirror. I looked presentable; no need for makeup. Just the right dress for the evening.

"I'll come pick you up. I was invited to a party, and I can bring a plus one," Non replied.

I smiled and got up, ready to find a dress to impress Non and secure his support in case Freen decided to replace me. After all, he could speak up and threaten to quit if I were replaced. That was the plan.

"Where are you headed tonight?" Irin asked, surprised to see me in a dress.

"Don't wait up for me. I'm heading out for the evening with Non," I replied with a smile.

Irin chuckled and looked at me in amazement. "Really? That celebrity invited you?"

"Yes, as his plus one to a party," I boasted, and Irin couldn't help but squeal.

"Please, have a great time, Becky, and return in one piece," Irin laughed, earning an eye roll from me.

"My date's here. See you later," I kissed Irin on the cheek and waved goodbye.

I went outside to greet Non with a smile, and he returned it. I could tell he was pleasantly surprised by how stunning I looked.

"Let's go," Non said, opening the car door, and I hopped in.

We arrived at the party at exactly 11 PM. Everyone was dressed in designer gowns, while I wore my old prom dress, feeling somewhat out of place. Fortunately, Non didn't leave my side, holding my hand until we joined the other cast members from our series.

"Hi, Becky. You look absolutely stunning today," NuNew complimented, and I smiled back. "By the way, is Saint here? I heard he returned from the UK."

I felt somewhat lost. Who was Saint, and how was he connected to all of this? Was this the life of a rising star, needing to socialize to make connections?

"Becky isn't familiar with Saint and the production company. Sometimes she even calls Freen 'Ma'am'," Non chuckled, turning to me. "Freen hates it when actors call her 'Ma'am.' She feels old."

"Oh," I mumbled.

I now understood why they addressed Freen so casually, lacking respect.

"Saint is incredibly busy, especially after his wedding. He seems to have forgotten he's an actor and not just a businessman," NuNew explained to the others.

"Saint is an actor we used to work with, but not under the production company we're with now. He got married three years ago and decided to focus on his business instead of his acting career," Non elaborated. "You didn't know him? How old are you, anyway?" He chuckled.

"She looks young, Non, probably less than twenty-five," NuNew guessed, and I nodded. "Got it." He snapped his fingers and continued mingling.

"I wasn't into TV series before. I used to be a model, but I stopped to pursue my acting career," I explained, and they all nodded.

"I heard your current company doesn't treat you well. It's a money-sucking company, you know?" NuNew shook his head in disappointment. "You should leave."

"I'm planning to," I replied.

"Why don't you consider working with Freen's company? She's signing new artists, like us. We're under her now, and look at us, swimming in fame," another actor suggested.

"I'm waiting for my current contract to end. Once it's done, I'll try auditioning for Freen's agency," I told them.

"That's enough shop talk. I have Becky with me now," Non said, taking my hand as we found a quiet table for two.

It was a bit isolated from the crowd.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

"NuNew couldn't stop staring at your cleavage," Non confessed, averting his eyes from me. "Do you have a cardigan to cover up?"

"Why cover it if they can't keep their eyes off it?" I replied. "Don't worry."

"Okay," Non said, playfully adopting a jealous boyfriend persona.

Just as I was about to stand up and tease Non, someone caught my attention—a girl in a black suit and a masked eye staring at me from a distance. I knew exactly who it was.

"What's Freen doing here?" I asked.

"Freen?" Non glanced around. "She's not here. She told everyone she wouldn't be coming."

I furrowed my brows and scanned the surroundings. Freen had already left. Perhaps she realized that I had figured out her secret.

"Excuse me," I said and left Non at the table.

I looked around for Freen and even ventured into the garden. Why had she given me that look and then disappeared?

I hesitated to go any further since I wasn't familiar with the place, so I decided to return. But someone suddenly grabbed me and led me to the back of the house.

"Stay still," she whispered.

Freen pressed me against the wall, adopting the same position as before.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to calm my racing heart.

Whenever she was this close, I couldn't help but feel nervous.

"I should be asking you that. What are you doing to me?" she inquired, her lips brushing against my neck without actually kissing it. "You smell nice."

"You, on the other hand, smell like alcohol," I said, gently pushing her so I could see her face properly.

Why did everyone come to me when they were drunk? Did I look like a bed to them? Why couldn't they just go to sleep and stop bothering everyone? It was frustrating.

Freen hugged me and rested her head on my shoulder. She was clearly intoxicated. What a mess. "You promised you wouldn't leave again after you came back. Why are you leaving now?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Do you think I don't know that you're always out of town because you have secret lovers all over the world?" Freen questioned, causing my eyes to widen.

"Secret lovers? I don't even have a husband," I replied.

"Enough explanations, Supp!—" Freen abruptly vomited on my dress, leaving me blinking in disbelief. "Serves you right!" She shouted and walked away.

I massaged my temples and let out a sigh. Thanks a lot, Freen. Thanks a lot.