The beginning of forever

38 - Patricia

Freen's POV

As I took the stage to deliver my speech to the assembled crowd, my eyes scanned the audience. Amidst the faces, I spotted a familiar silhouette, one that stirred my heart like no other – Rebecca, the only woman in the world who held the key to my heart.

In that moment, the words of my speech almost slipped from my mind. My gaze remained fixed on Rebecca, and the memories of our shared moments came rushing back. She was the one who had captivated my heart and seeing her in the audience filled me with a deep sense of longing.

After I concluded my speech, I took my seat at the front table alongside my family. From this vantage point, I had a clear view of the entire event, but my thoughts were fixed on Becky.

The desire to rush into her embrace, to shower her with kisses and express how deeply I missed and loved her, was almost overwhelming. But the reality weighed heavily on me – she was no longer mine.

I had bid her goodbye because the pain had cut me so deeply. The pain of knowing that she had loved someone else, even if she eventually chose me in the end, was a torture I couldn't escape.

She had been my entire world, yet I felt like I had been nothing more than an option. An option, who had no fighting chance coz I was left in the dark.

I was completely in the dark about the fact that she had to decide between me and Billy, and that was a hard truth to accept.

As I watched her from a distance, my emotions remained in turmoil. The night was filled with grandeur and elegance, but underneath it all, there was a storm of feelings that I couldn't ignore.

Yet, as always, I was spellbound by her breathtaking beauty. She exuded an irresistible allure in that dress, and I couldn't help but be drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Despite the intricate dance of our history, she remained a captivating force in my heart.

And goodness, that neckline was irresistibly tempting. If only I could shout at her to cover up coz that's mine, that she is mine – but I can't.

Saint leaned in to whisper to me, "Your girl looks absolutely stunning tonight, maybe she's trying to seduce you," she teased with a mischievous glint in his eye.

With a heavy sigh, I turned to my brother and uttered with a sense of resolve, "She's no longer my girl – let's get that straight!" The weight of the truth hung heavily in the air, and the tangled emotions of the past were impossible to ignore.

"And perhaps she's truly out to seduce tonight," I added, feeling a tinge of jealousy in my voice.

"If that's what you claim, Freen. The real question is whether that's the truth," he chuckled, his tone carrying a hint of playful mockery, but also hinting at the ambiguity of the situation. His words were a gentle reminder that the past was filled with intricacies and emotions that couldn't be easily dismissed. I pondered my brother's word. Is there still a question whether Rebecca is mine.

"Freen!" my father called out.

Dad requested my presence and gestured for me to join him for introductions to our esteemed business partners, some of the most influential figures in the industry. This was a moment of great significance, and I knew it was a chance to make a positive impression, not only for myself but for our family's business.

As I stood by my father's side, I extended a firm handshake and a confident smile to each partner, eager to convey our commitment and competence.

In the midst of these introductions, my eyes wandered, and I couldn't help but glance at Freen, who was also engaged in conversations with some of the prominent figures. The night had brought us together in a unique way.