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

Beca waited until she saw Arwen disappear. Once she was no longer in sight, she turned to her son. "What was that, Ryan? What exactly were you trying to do?" she asked, her glare sharp enough to let him know she wasn't in favor of his idea at all.

Ryan frowned. "You are asking me this, Mom? You should tell me what were you trying to do?" Experience exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

Beca didn't understand. Holding the expression of confusion clear on her face, she frowned and asked, "What do you mean? What am I trying to do?"

"Mom, you tried to manipulate her," Ryan accused, his expression defining the expression of incredulity.

"Manipulate?" Beca didn't know from where that was coming, but she was stunned to hear her son say something like that. "I manipulated her? Ryan, are you even listening to yourself?"

"Ryan, what are you saying?" Gareth scolded. "Since when did you start disrespecting your mother?"

Ryan didn't want to, but he couldn't hold himself back. Just now, he might have remained silent, but seeing Arwen smiling at her phone and then hearing his mother talking all that he never wanted her to was too much. It left him burning inside …

And the sting was still making it uncomfortable for him.

Glancing at his father, he turned back to look at his mother. "Mom, how can you make Arwen believe that what's between her and that man is love? Do you think love is that easy to find?"

"Love is not difficult to find if you meet the right person, son," Beca answered without holding any doubt between her words. It was as if she was very sure of it. "And I didn't make Arwen believe anything. I just worded out what was very clear in her eyes. She is wearing her feelings as an accessory —it's not hard to notice if you truly want to see it."

She said, and Ryan's fingers grip only grew on the glass he had been holding. And before he or anyone could realize, a sharp glass-crushing sound paused everything.

Beca's expression froze as her eyes darted to look towards his hand in horror.

"God! Ryan, what are you doing?" she gasped, immediately rising to rush to hiss side. "Someone get the first aid kit —quick!"

But before she could even take a step closer to him, Ryan raised his hand to stop her. "Mom, don't," he warned, halting her in her steps.

"Your hand is bleeding, Ryan. Let me see it," she said, and tried taking a step towards him, but Ryan stepped away, keeping the distance between them. Feeling stuck in a difficult situation, she turned to her husband. "Gareth, do something. He is bleeding."

Gareth's brows were furrowed, but seeing Ryan's injury, he wasn't as panicked as Beca. "Ryan, don't act childish. Your mother is getting scared. Can't you see it?" he chided. "Sit down now, and let her treat your hand."

Ryan glanced at his father and slowly shook his head. "Dad, I am sorry," he said. "Right now, my hand isn't what's hurting me. It's my heart. And I know even if it bleeds, Mom wouldn't care to treat it for she blames me for my situation."

"Ryan, you —"

"No, Mom." Ryan turned to Beca. "Love might be easy to find, but it definitely does not happen in a week or two. It takes years to realize, the same way I have come to realise it. Arwen met that man just a few months back. There is no way she could fall for him that easily. Forgetting your love is difficult —and it wouldn't have been easy for her, as well. She couldn't forget me so easily."

"Ryan —"

Beca opened her mouth to make him understand, but before she could even speak, Ryan turned on his heels and left.

Today, what Ryan said was right. Love couldn't be found in a day or two. It takes time to realize that emotion, and once realized, it's not easy to forget.

But what he didn't realize was that Arwen didn't find her love in a month or two; she had undergone the process of love, crossing one level after the other.

Even forgetting everything around her, she never forgot the person she loved.

It was just that he, Ryan, was never that person.

"Gareth, did you hear him?" she asked, turning to her husband. "Why is he not seeing it? Arwen has moved on. Why does he have to make things like this now? He didn't cherish her when he had the opportunity, and now that she has found someone who cherishes her, he wants her back. How did I fail to teach her the right thing? I thought I did the best job as a mother, but … now I realize, I didn't."

Gareth walked to her and wrapped his arm around her. "You did a good job, Beca. You taught him the ight things to do, but even after parents' teaching, it depends on the kids which path they take in their life. You can't always expect him to take the right path. He would learn eventually."

Beca sobbed, shaking her head at him. "I know, but I was sure that he understood it the last time. I talked to him, and he seemed to have finally understood it as well," she said, a clear bafflement spread on her expression. "I don't understand what happened to him today."

She felt there was something that had happened …

"It's fine, Beca," Gareth said, his brows drawn together in concern for his wife. "He will learn his lesson soon. Don't exhaust yourself after him. He is no longer a kid. He has grown to be a man. Realizing his mistake has become his part of responsibility. We no longer have to sit down and make him understand."

"I understand that, Gareth," Beca said, her voice carrying a dip of suspicion. "But I feel that something else is corrupting Ryan's thoughts, forcing him to believe something that's not true. Earlier, when he was saying all that, he seemed under the influence of something or someone. As if he was very confident. And that confidence simply doesn't seem to be right, given the mistakes he has committed."

Gareth frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I am not sure, myself," Beca murmured, her eyes narrowing as though piecing together an unseen puzzle. "But I will find out soon."