That's the way I love you

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Becky POV

As I entered Nop's office, my heart was pounding with a mix of anger, frustration, and determination. I couldn't believe he had gone so far as to hurt Freen, someone I cared about deeply. My emotions were a storm within me, but I knew I had to stay composed to handle this situation effectively.

Nop looked surprised to see me, a flicker of hope crossing his face as if he thought my presence meant a chance to mend our relationship. I couldn't help but feel a wave of anger rise within me at his audacity.

"Becky," he greeted, his voice almost hopeful.

I took a deep breath, reminding myself to stay calm. "Nop," I replied, my tone controlled but firm.

He motioned for me to take a seat, and I obliged, although I had no intention of staying long. I needed to confront him, to make him understand the gravity of his actions.

"I want to talk about what happened with Freen," I began, my gaze locked onto his. "I know everything, Nop. I know about your confrontation with her, the injuries you caused. You crossed a line that should never have been crossed."

Nop's eyes widened, and his defensive facade began to crack. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Becky's patience was wearing thin. "Save it. I've heard everything from Freen. I know that you physically hurt her."

Nop's expression shifted from surprise to defensiveness. "It's not what you think. We had an argument, things got heated-"

Becky's voice cut through his excuses. "That's no excuse, Nop. You had no right to lay a hand on her, no matter what the circumstances were."

Nop's attempts at defending himself were futile against Becky's unwavering determination. She wasn't going to let him off the hook easily. "I won't stand by while you hurt my girlfriend," she declared, her eyes blazing with anger.

Nop's tone turned desperate. "Becky, please, you have to understand-"

Becky interrupted him with a cold, hard truth. "I understand perfectly. You're an abuser, Nop."

The accusation hung heavily in the air, and Nop seemed to realize that Becky wasn't going to back down. Panic flickered in his eyes as he struggled to regain control of the situation. "You can't prove anything," he retorted.

Becky's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. "Oh, Nop, you underestimate me. I have witnesses, evidence, and I'm not afraid to use

"Becky, I..." he started, but I cut him off, my voice hardening.

"I don't want to hear excuses," I said firmly. "What you did was completely unacceptable. You had no right to lay a hand on Freen. She's not yours to control or hurt."

We argued back and forth, his attempts to deflect and deny falling flat in the face of the evidence and Freen's account of the incident. The tension in the room grew with each passing moment, our words sharp and accusatory.

The confrontation reached its peak when I threatened to report him as an abuser. His face twisted with a mix of anger and fear, clearly taken aback by the seriousness of the situation. "You wouldn't do that," he muttered, his voice shaky.

I leaned in, my tone icy and determined. "Try me. I will protect Freen at all costs, and I won't let you get away with this."

A sarcastic smile tugged at my lips as I continued, "And you should be careful, Nop. I know how much you care about your reputation. Imagine what your parents would think if they found out you hit your own sister."

His face turned ashen, the weight of my words sinking in. The fear in his eyes was palpable, and for a moment, I felt a grim satisfaction that he was finally facing the consequences of his actions.

"You have no idea what you're talking about," he finally muttered, defeated.

I straightened up, my resolve unwavering. "I suggest you stay away from Freen and leave her alone. Because if you don't, I won't hesitate to take this further."

Nop looked down, seemingly realizing the gravity of his actions. "I know I messed up," he admitted, his voice tinged with regret.

"Messed up doesn't even begin to cover it," I retorted, my anger simmering just below the surface. "You need to understand that what you did was not only wrong, but it's also illegal. Freen has every right to press charges against you."

Nop's eyes widened at my words, and I could see a mix of fear and realization in his expression.

"I'm not here to threaten you, Nop," I continued, my tone softening slightly. "But I want you to understand the consequences of your actions. Freen deserves better than this, and I won't let you or anyone else hurt her again."

Nop nodded slowly, his gaze still downcast. "I know I messed up, Becky," he repeated. "And I'm truly sorry for what I did."

I studied him for a moment, his remorse appearing genuine, but I couldn't forget what he had done. "Sorry doesn't erase what happened"

Nop looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and resignation. "I'll make things right," he promised quietly.

I stood up from my seat, my heart heavy with a mixture of emotions. "Just remember, Nop, that actions have consequences," I said before turning to leave his office.

As I turned to leave Nop's office, his voice stopped me in my tracks. "Do you love Freen?" he asked, his tone a mixture of bitterness and resignation.

I hesitated for a moment, considering his question. But then, I faced him squarely, my resolve unshaken. "Yes, I do," I replied, my voice steady and firm.

Nop's expression tightened, a mixture of emotions passing over his face. He seemed to realize that there was no turning back, no chance of winning me back. His attempts to win me over had failed, and there was a finality to his gaze.

I took a step closer to him, my tone softer but unwavering. "Nop, it's time to move on. We're on different paths now, and it's best for both of us to embrace new chapters in our lives."

He looked down, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I messed everything up, didn't I?" he muttered, a hint of regret in his voice.

I sighed, my heart aching for him despite the anger he had caused. "Yes, Nop. But dwelling on the past won't change anything. The best thing you can do now is to respect  my space and choices."

He nodded, his gaze still cast downward. "I know," he murmured, his voice heavy with the weight of his realization.

With that, I turned away again, this time with a sense of closure. I knew that my path was now intertwined with Freen's, and I was determined to protect and cherish that relationship. As I walked out of his office, I hoped that Nop would find his own way to heal and move forward, just as I was attempting to do.

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