Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 597

Chapter 597: Our friendship ends here.

"Becca," Catrin called, her tone laced with pleasant surprise. "After so long, you finally visited." She took a step forward to wrap her arms around her friend. "I am so happy to see you —"

But her arms halted mid-air when, instead of accepting that warm embrace, Becca chose to take a step back, subtly avoiding it.

"Catrin," Becca said, her voice calm but edged with clear, cold indifference. "Let’s go inside and talk."

Saying that, she didn’t wait for pleasantries. Turning on her heels, she simply walked inside like she owned the space. Catrin’s smile faltered, but she followed behind.

They entered the house and went straight to the living room. Catrin, trying to mask her unease, gestured toward the couch. "Sit," she offered.

Becca settled into a seat, her posture composed, unbothered. Catrin sat on the next seat beside her, trying to keep things light.

"Seeing you drop by like this finally eased me up, Becca," she said, flashing a warm, nostalgic smile. "After how you left the last time, I didn’t know how to coax you back."

"I am not a child who needs coaxing, Catrin," Becca replied, her words sharp and deliberate. "And for the record, I wasn’t upset. We didn’t even argue —I just made it clear what I wouldn’t tolerate."

"Becca, I —"

"And even today, I didn’t come to reminisce or forgive," Becca interrupted, her tone firmer now. "I came to warn you."

Catrin paused, her brows knitting at Becca. "What?"

"I am repeating myself, yes," Becca said, her tone steady and resolute. "The last time I warned you, but it seemed like you simply brushed it aside. So, here I am again, taking the trouble to spell it out for you. Clearer. Louder."

"Becca, that’s enough," Catrin snapped, her expression twisting into displeasure. "I know there have been ... differences between us lately, but that doesn’t give you the right to speak to me like this. We have been friends, and I have been patient with you, but don’t think I don’t have limits."

Becca smirked, leaning back slightly, arms crossed. "Limits? You?" she asked, almost amused. "That’s funny, Catrin. Because I thought you had long forgotten about boundaries."

Catrin’s brows tugged in a frown. "What are you implying?"

"I am asking," Becca said coolly, "where were those so-called limits of yours when you handed over Arwen’s personal diary to Ryan? Or have you forgotten everyone’s privacy —even a daughter’s —has boundaries? Boundaries you shouldn’t cross. Even if you think you had the right to."

Catrin stiffened, her face paling just a little.

Becca didn’t stop. "That diary wasn’t yours to touch, much less give away."

"Oh, Becca, don’t make it sound like a big issue," Catrin tried to dismiss it. "It was just a diary that she wrote when young. It was filled with some random ramblings."

Catrin frowned. "Emily is —"

"No need," Becca said, cutting her off. "I don’t need you to explain to me your reasons, for I know no reason would feel reasonable. And I am also not here for that. I came here for something else."

She stood up and eased the creases of her skirt with grace. "I came here today to make things clear with you," she said, looking into her eyes. "To let you know that our friendship ends here."

"Becca!" Catrin’s expression froze.

However, Becca didn’t seem to falter. She stood firm. "Yes, I gave you the warning last time, Catrin. You shouldn’t have manipulated Ryan like that. You crossed my bottom line, and that marked the end of the bond we share."

"We share a bond of three decades, Becca."

"No longer, Catrin," Becca said, not even the slightest hint of hesitation was there in her gaze. "We both are mothers, but I am not like you, Catrin. I am not like you. To me, my son and family stand as a priority. And I won’t let anyone mess with them. Not even you."

"So," she paused to take a deep, difficult breath. "Here, it marks an end for us. We no longer share any bond, any friendship henceforth."

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