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

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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."