Half of Me

Half of Me

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Freen Chankimha was once at the top of her game, an elite athlete living under stadium lights and pressure so high it burned through everything, including her relationship. Now sidelined by injury and exiled back to Bangkok, Freen returns to a city that doesn't quite feel like home anymore, dragging her fractured pride and a healing shoulders behind her. She isn't looking to reconnect. Especially not with the past. But a chance encounter in a hospital hallway cracks open a door she thought she'd slammed shut forever. Bangkok's heat isn't the only thing rising. With old emotions resurfacing and secrets creeping close, Freen must navigate a place filled with ghosts, headlines, and the one person who once knew her best and might still hold the power to undo her.
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Freen Sarocha Chakminha didn't believe in love anymore. Not the kind that stayed. Not the kind that healed. She believed in control, in silence, in the armor she'd built from betrayal and ambition. Love was a transaction. Touch was temporary. And people-people always wanted something. Until the girl showed up at her door. Rain-soaked, trembling, eyes wide with heartbreak and hope. Rebecca Armstrong. Pregnant. Homeless. Carrying the child of Freen's brother-the same brother who vanished with her money and left chaos in his wake. Freen should have turned her away. She almost did. But something in Becky's voice-raw, unfiltered, painfully honest-cut through the walls Freen had spent years fortifying. She let her in. Not just into her house. Into her life. Into the quiet spaces she never let anyone see. And slowly, without permission, Becky began to unravel her. Not with grand gestures. But with soup and silence. With late-night study sessions and soft laughter. With the kind of love that didn't demand-but stayed. This isn't a story about perfect people. It's a story about broken ones who chose each other anyway. About fire inherited not from blood, but from survival. And how sometimes, the coldest hearts burn the brightest-when someone finally sees them.

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