Enduring the few jiggles and shakes of the airplane, Freen succumbed warmth in the blanket draped down on her lap as she leaned back trying to cool down the dizziness she felt. She's not usually the one who easily get vertigo during flights yet here she is pinching the bridge of her nose trying to anticipate the gnawing whirlwinds of roll in her stomach.

The plane shook again, the stewardess then announce their touchdown as Freen held tighter on her belt trying not to throw up in the plane. That's the least she wanted to do. She don't want to be popular in news just because she throw up in a business class suite. Once the plane touchdown the rough patch of the road, Freen let go of the strap securing her safety as her pulse rate also drop down to it's normal pace. Her head spinning as she heaved a deep sigh.

"Hey, you okay?" She felt a slight tap. Opening one of her two eyes, she saw Nam towering over her reaching for some of their bags on the compartment. "Are you okay?" She asked. Freen squint her eyes before she slightly nodded. No words coming out of her mouth.

"Let's go." Nam followed her from behind, outside the airport park a black Ferrari like a shining trophy hit by the sun in this very time. Everyone was looking at her, intrigued about her status.

"Good day Ms. Sarocha, I am Oliver and I will be your driver during your stay here in New York. " He introduce bowing a little.

"It's nice meeting you Oliver, can you take us to the hotel?" Freen don't have to asked, Oliver will bring them to the hotel and Freen cannot wait to be up on the bed and rest.

New York was beautiful just like England, the only difference is both of these places posses a different radiant vibe that make it unique to the eyes for the audience. United Kingdom, island country located off the northwestern coast of mainland Europe. The United Kingdom comprises the whole of the island of Great Britain-which contains England, Wales, and Scotland-as well as the northern portion of the island of Ireland. That country itself is a legend and a true definition of beauty and elegance, yet New York is something else. There is something about the place that got Freen hook. Something she can't point a finger on. Maybe it's the view?

As they travelled through the coastline of this western country. Freen felt captivated by how different this city is made of. Somehow this place takes all her worries away, somehow it made her feel belong. Oliver took them to a hotel with a hug billboard adjacent of it, the interior was elegant and majestic as if it was taken from a fairytale book.

"I'm only allowed to guide you until here. I am not allowed to go to your rooms, is it okay if I leave you here?" Oli asked, voice politely soft as ever.

"Sure you can go now. Thank you." Nam replied. Freen on the other hand roamed her eyes on the inside of this hotel and nodded her head 'nice' before Nam dragged her to approached staffs.

"Good day Ma'am what can I do for you?" The blonde girl asked.

" What room number is reserved for Freen Sarocha Chankimha?" The woman looked down at her PC before smiling.

"It's room 267 ma'am. It's on the 30th floor particularly at the VIP vicinity. Mr. Fall arranged it for you already." She replied.

"Thank you." The staffs guided them through the elevator and give them a hand to carry their luggage as both of them walk in between the great hallways with heart free from the burdens they once have.

"You can leave now." Freen demanded as the guards leave and give them the space they needed. Once Freen saw the bed, she didn't waste any more time and jumped into it with face facing the pillows. Her body relaxing to the soft mattress enveloping her lean figure as she stretch out her tense arm.

"Take a shower before you take a nap Freen. Your body is all sweaty." Nam retorted organizing all their belongings on the cabinet. Freen on the other hand rolled her eyes before sitting down on the bed.

"Fine." Freen made her way to the bathroom, with a heavy sigh and a stomp of her feet trying to refuse the command due to her sleepy figure. The jet lag is kicking in and the bed is pulling her into diving in. Once she made it to the bathroom, her body relax at the sight of well prepared hot bath with petals of roses on the surface of the water as she dip her body into the comfort the water brings. She leaned her back, her lower back touching the surface of the bath tub as if torso bend a little resting on the small curve of the tub.

Freen's mind race with different assumptions, her mind lingers on the question Nam asked her. Did she really have a baby? What if their child is alive? What if Becky fake the miscarriage issue and the baby was really alive? Freen rubbed her forehead. She can't let her intrusive thoughts take in, especially when she's here for business.

She spent a couple of minutes resting her tense muscle on the warm water before deciding to get out and change to a comfortable night wear. When she was out of the bathroom, she notice a bottle of green tea resting on the counter, it was prepared for her. Maybe Nam did it. She took it with her hands, took a sip before standing on the balcony watching the city lights of New York.

The skyscraper were as tall as the sky, as if it wanted to touch the depths of the clouds group together from above. Nam was also seated adjacent to her, her back facing Freen as she take a sip on her bottle of green tea.

"This is so pretty.... I wish I could stay longer." She whispered.

Nam who was busy capturing the buildings and night view faced her and said. " You can stay as long as you can though, you're rich and money is not a problem." She replied. Freen shrugged her shoulders, nodded and beam a soft smile. She maybe capable of all things most people are still praying for but she was still craving for something else. Something money and wealth cannot buy.

"It's useless staying here when the unpolished scenes keep lurking around." She replied in a slow yet audible voice.

"What do you mean?" Nam asked.

"Have you ever felt so attached and so connected to a particular person yet you are so afraid to admit it to yourself that you're slowly falling hard P'Nam? Like you felt it, you felt that they are the one yet you are too battered to even commit to them. Like a push and pull cycle." She started trying to open up the turmoil in her heart.

"Is this about Becky?" Nam inquired. Freen snapped her a look, her gaze lingering a little before she averted her gaze.

"I don't know." She replied. " I'm confused, i'm not sure anymore."

"I know it's about Becky, Freen. I always do." Nam prompted putting the bottle of green tea on the glass table. " I always see that heart eyes whenever you look at her Freen. It's different. It's a different gaze I saw in you. The look only Becky can access. Yet behind those loving stares there are fright. You are terrified of your own feelings, scared of what it might take you. Scared of what it would make you feel." Nam started. "There are a lot of things I knew about that I choose to seal Freen, things you yourself didn't figure out."

Freen looked at her puzzled. " Such as?"

"Such as you are in love with Rebecca long before you know it." Freen's eye widened. She always have this strange feeling whenever she is with Rebecca before but she is not that die hard enough to labe it.

"What?" She asked.

"I know Freen and don't you ever deny it because up until now I can see that love heart in your eyes! You're just both too oblivious by bickering and fighting yet your eyes are both so inlove!" Nam teased. Freen turned red, her cheeks coated with red tint as she bit her inner cheek.

"I also know that eye fucking you gaved Rebecca everytime she's frustrated. I know you find her so freaking hot when she is mad because I do too."

"What?"

"Don't what me Sarocha!" She replied. " Now tell me, I am still wondering why your eyes screams affection and love towards Becky yet your actions are opposite. "

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Why do you always bring different women each night to your mansion while Rebecca is there? Why do you seek that affection with someone else when you could just tell Rebecca you love her and wanted to make love to her?" Nam asked. Freen held her fist tighter, she don't know why she was such a jerk before. All she know is she's so afraid to let her heart take over her decisions. So she contradict each demand her heart wants, until it cause such huge damage to the woman she married.

She sighed. She knew why she did it and she won't be a dick to deny it.

"Why Sarocha?" Nam repeated.

Freen remained stoic, her hands clammy in the pocket of her night gown.

"Because I hate how I wanted her so bad, I hate how I wanted to touch her yet I respected her too much to even lay her my finger. " She exclaimed. Lips purse into a thin line. "I never wanted anything else the way I want her, yet the more I held back the greater my insides screams her name." She prompted ruffling her hair a little.

Freen is too weak when it comes to becky. Her soul radiates a cold demeanor yet the ice inside her melts when it comes to that British woman. Suddenly, she's burning up and terrified, scared she'll be too weak to resist.