บททั้งหมดของ Please! Marry Me Again : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

"Go inside and change your dress! What if my dad sees you during the video call?" Becky whispered urgently to Diana, who quickly rushed inside. But before Becky could set up the call, her father’s face filled the screen.“Where am I?” Becky spun the phone camera around the room, her voice was so relaxed.“That looks like a sitting room...” her dad’s voice came out slowing as his eyes kept turning, trying to see the room properly.“If you’re still doubting me, I’ll step outside and show you the house,” Becky countered smoothly, her camera now capturing Diana’s compound. “Honestly, Dad, how do you expect me to split myself in two? The ceremony is still going on.”In the background, her mother’s voice was heard. “Who said they saw Becky working as a waitress at the annual business summit?”Becky winced as her father spoke again, his tone softer. “I’m sorry, Becky. It must’ve been someone who looked like you. But you know I’ve never supported you leaving home. Have you found work yet? Nev

Becky’s mind filled with questions as the security man called out to her. “The big boss upstairs wants to see you,” he announced to the hearing of everyone.Her heart raced. “What could this be about? Am I in trouble? Did I break a company policy by arguing with their staff in the building? Why does he want to see me?”She was lost in thought until Diana’s voice jolted her back to reality.“I’ll be waiting for you outside. Please, don’t speak arrogantly to the overall boss,” Diana cautioned.Diana knew Becky well. Normally, she was calm and avoided confrontation, but today had been different. Becky’s words had been uncharacteristic—a response to the injustice her friend had faced.All eyes followed Becky as she approached the waiting security guard. Though Michelle felt embarrassed by Becky's action, her real triumph was the firing of Diana. With her fiancé’s help, she succeeded in having her permanently removed from the company.As Becky passed, Michelle turned to the other staff, “

“If I had known, I would have told Diana to follow me here. To see for herself, what was happening.”This was Becky’s greatest regret as she stepped into her father’s house after a long day trip. Leaving Diana’s house, she had rushed to grab a cab straight to the airport, carrying only a small black bag. The manner of her departure had been hurried and undetectable. Becky’s mother had never pulled a stunt like this before. Even her envious sister, Manni, was now by her father’s side. Becky wondered if Manni loved the theatrics of the situation or simply relished the opportunity to be in the center of attention. Had they been on better terms, Manni might have tipped her off about the truth.“Why was I so confident that nothing like this would ever happen to me?” Becky thought, a bitter taste forming in her mouth. Her flight had been paid for, and a special cab was waiting for her at the airport in her parents’ city.“Which hospital?” Becky asked the moment she slid into the car as she

It was early morning, and Mr. Alexander sat in the back seat of his car alongside his personal assistant, Mr. Tom. The car was halfway to the office when Tom broke the silence.“Sir, Mrs. Darlington has sent the address you requested.”Alexander said nothing in return. A few minutes ago, they had been speaking freely, but at the mention of the address, Alexander had withdrawn into himself. Tom, knowing his boss well, immediately refrained from saying more.The silence lingered until Alexander unexpectedly broke it.“I need a bunch of white roses,” he said coldly.Tom signaled the driver, prompting a change in direction. Moments later, the car pulled up to a small grocery store. Tom, dressed in his black suit, stepped out and hurried inside. It didn’t take long before he emerged with a carefully selected bunch of white roses.“Here they are, sir,” Tom said as he climbed back into the car.“Take me to the cemetery where my wife is buried.”Tom’s eyes briefly widened in surprise. It was

Becky was about to step out of the car when Diana grabbed her hand, pulling her back with urgency."Do you know what you're about to do?" Diana asked, as she acted like a friend who cares. "What kind of money do you even have to be coming here?"Becky turned to face her friend, her expression was firm, and then there were racing and conflicting thoughts in her mind."Becky," Diana pressed, "you don’t have this kind of money. And even if you did, shouldn’t you invest it or use it for something more meaningful? Look at me—I’m jobless, for heaven’s sake!"Becky exhaled deeply, trying to maintain her composure. "How many times do I have to tell you? I have a job for you. Just trust me, Diana. Let’s go inside, have a few glasses of wine, and then we can talk properly."Diana raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a mocking smirk. "Since when did you start living like some fancy lady of leisure?"Becky hesitated, unsure whether to reveal everything or keep parts of her story hidden. Her g