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Becky’s POV
My name is Becky Rebecca Armstrong.
And to be completely honest, I don’t think I’ve ever truly lived a day in peace.
Born into chaos. Raised in expectations. Drowned in pressure.
The Armstrong family—on paper, we’re perfect. Wealthy. Educated. Polished. Behind closed doors? A war zone. Constant yelling. Silent dinners. Manipulation passed around like dessert. Everything had strings. Every smile was earned. Every mistake—etched into skin like sin.
I left England six months ago. Packed up my life in two suitcases, didn’t say goodbye. I didn’t even leave a note. Just booked the first flight out and chose Bangkok like someone blindfolded me and spun the globe.
I wanted noise, but not the kind I grew up with. I wanted to disappear into a crowd. So I did.
I took a job at a small law firm. Nothing fancy. No high-stakes courtroom drama. Just paperwork. Divorce filings. Disputes over land. A predictable paycheck. A quiet routine. Wake up. Coffee. Work. Numbness. Sleep. Repeat.
It’s not living. It’s not dying either. Just existing.
Until last night.
God, what the hell was that?
I still can’t believe I said it. I didn’t plan it. I wasn’t drunk. Just… tired. So damn tired of feeling like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff with no wind to even push me over.
And then I saw her.
Standing there like a frame out of a movie I didn’t know I wanted to be in. Hair loose. Eyes bright. A smile like she didn’t carry anything on her shoulders. She looked alive. So alive it pissed me off.
Maybe that’s why I said it.
“Let’s get married.”
She blinked once. Tilted her head like I’d just asked her for the time.
Then she smiled.
“Okay.”
Like it was that simple.
And just like that—I married a stranger.
No name. No reason. No plan.
Just... chaos. The good kind.
Freen’s POV
I’m Freen Sarocha Chankimha.
And if you asked me to sum up my life in one word, I’d say fun.
I was born into a world full of rules, but I never cared much for them. I’m not one to follow the crowd, nor am I the type to get bogged down by responsibility. Life’s too short to worry, right? I’ve always been the kind of person who says, “Why not?” when things get too quiet. The only thing that matters is feeling the wind against my skin, the laugh of a friend, and the thrill of unpredictability.
Right now? I’m a traveler. A wanderer. A chaos enjoyer. Some might say I’ve got no direction, but I know exactly where I’m going: wherever the hell I feel like going.
I found myself in Bangkok for a while, just existing in this city’s beat. Everything feels so alive here—there’s a rhythm in the chaos that I can’t get enough of. I was staying in a small guestroom, just passing through. It wasn’t fancy. It wasn’t anything. But it was mine. And that’s all I needed.
That night, the wedding caught my attention. It wasn’t my wedding, not by a long shot. I wasn’t even invited. But when the groom bailed, and the bride was crying in the bathroom, they had plenty of leftovers. Free food. Music. A pretty venue. It was too much to pass up.
I slid into the event like I belonged, the chaos swirling around me as I helped myself to some appetizers. The bride was sobbing somewhere in the back, the guests were whispering, and the wedding planner was probably having a meltdown. But you know what? I didn’t care. I was having the time of my life.
That’s when she appeared—her.
A woman, no name, no history, just standing there like she was waiting for something, like she had just as much reason to be there as I did. She had this look in her eyes—like she was carrying the weight of a thousand lifetimes, but it wasn’t my problem, was it?
She looked at me. Really looked at me. For a moment, the chaos felt like a distant hum.
And then she spoke, her voice cutting through the noise. “Let’s get married.”
I don’t know why I smiled. I wasn’t even thinking, wasn’t even processing what was coming out of her mouth. All I could do was smile—because that was the best offer I’d heard in ages.
It was spontaneous. It was reckless. It was exactly what I loved about life.
I leaned in, my grin widening.
“Okay.”
And just like that, we were married.
No planning. No second thoughts. Just an impulsive choice in the middle of a storm.