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Three months passed. Bangkok welcomed another rainy season. Life moved forward. Businesses expanded. Markets rose and fell. People celebrated victories, mourned losses, and continued living. But for Bam Saralee… Time never seemed to move. Every morning began the same way. She would wake up before sunrise, stare at the empty side of her bed, and instinctively reach for someone who had not slept beside her for five years. Every morning, reality greeted her before the sunlight did. Oom was gone. And for the first time in her life… No amount of money could buy back what she had lost. After the charity gala, the business world changed almost overnight. It wasn’t because Oom publicly humiliated Bam. She never did. It was because Oom quietly did what she was best at. Business. Within weeks, several international investors withdrew from Saralee Group. Not because the company was failing. But because Hosuwan Engineering had offered something better. Shipping contracts disappeared. Luxury hotel partnerships ended. Construction deals were quietly canceled. One by one. No threats. No public attacks. No interviews. Just signatures. The kind that changed everything. Bam sat inside the conference room, listening as another executive finished speaking. “We’ve lost another logistics partner.” Silence. “The Singapore project has officially been awarded to Hosuwan Engineering.” Another director cleared his throat. “Our Japanese investors have also withdrawn.” “They’ve decided to partner with Miss Hosuwan instead.” Nobody dared look at Bam. Because everyone already knew why. One elderly board member finally broke the silence. “…Should we sue?” Bam slowly looked at him. “For what?” “Corporate interference.” Bam gave a tired smile. “They didn’t break any laws.” “They simply offered better terms.” She closed the report. “And Oom has always been better at business than me.” The room fell silent. Years ago, admitting that would’ve hurt her pride. Now… It only reminded her of how much she had once admired Oom. That evening, Bam drove somewhere she hadn’t visited in years. The old house. It no longer belonged to them. A young family now lived there. Children laughed in the garden where she and Oom used to drink coffee every Sunday morning. The wooden swing Oom had built was still there. Freshly painted. A little girl ran toward it while her father gently pushed her from behind. Her laughter echoed through the quiet neighborhood. Bam stood outside the gate. Unable to move. Unable to leave. A gentle voice interrupted her thoughts. “Excuse me…” She turned around. The woman living in the house smiled politely. “Were you looking for someone?” Bam forced a small smile. “I…” She looked at the house one last time. “I used to live here.” The woman’s expression softened. “Oh.” “My husband and I bought it five years ago.” “It’s a beautiful home.” Bam nodded. “It was.” The woman smiled warmly. “Whoever designed it…” “They really loved the person they built it for.” Bam’s eyes filled with tears. “They did.” She didn’t stay any longer. Because every corner of that house reminded her of a future she had thrown away. That same night… Oom remained inside her office. The city lights reflected against the floor-to-ceiling windows. Stacks of contracts covered her desk. Her assistant carefully placed another folder in front of her. “Miss.” “The Saralee Group has officially withdrawn from bidding on the Middle East project.” Oom simply nodded. “Noted.” The assistant hesitated. “Miss…” “…May I ask something?” Oom looked up. “You’ve already won.” “There isn’t much competition left.” “So…” “Why are you still working this hard?” For the first time in a long while… Oom didn’t answer immediately. She looked out at the city below. “When people survive something painful…” “They usually keep moving.” The assistant nodded. “But…” Her voice became almost inaudible. “I don’t know how to stop.” A week later… Lena invited Oom and Miu for dinner. Continuation ⬇️ #lenamiu #oombam #fanfiction #fyp #wlw

Three months passed. Bangkok welcomed another rainy season. Life moved forward. Businesses expanded. Markets rose and fell. People celebrated victories, mourned losses, and continued living. But for Bam Saralee… Time never seemed to move. Every morning began the same way. She would wake up before sunrise, stare at the empty side of her bed, and instinctively reach for someone who had not slept beside her for five years. Every morning, reality greeted her before the sunlight did. Oom was gone. And for the first time in her life… No amount of money could buy back what she had lost. After the charity gala, the business world changed almost overnight. It wasn’t because Oom publicly humiliated Bam. She never did. It was because Oom quietly did what she was best at. Business. Within weeks, several international investors withdrew from Saralee Group. Not because the company was failing. But because Hosuwan Engineering had offered something better. Shipping contracts disappeared. Luxury hotel partnerships ended. Construction deals were quietly canceled. One by one. No threats. No public attacks. No interviews. Just signatures. The kind that changed everything. Bam sat inside the conference room, listening as another executive finished speaking. “We’ve lost another logistics partner.” Silence. “The Singapore project has officially been awarded to Hosuwan Engineering.” Another director cleared his throat. “Our Japanese investors have also withdrawn.” “They’ve decided to partner with Miss Hosuwan instead.” Nobody dared look at Bam. Because everyone already knew why. One elderly board member finally broke the silence. “…Should we sue?” Bam slowly looked at him. “For what?” “Corporate interference.” Bam gave a tired smile. “They didn’t break any laws.” “They simply offered better terms.” She closed the report. “And Oom has always been better at business than me.” The room fell silent. Years ago, admitting that would’ve hurt her pride. Now… It only reminded her of how much she had once admired Oom. That evening, Bam drove somewhere she hadn’t visited in years. The old house. It no longer belonged to them. A young family now lived there. Children laughed in the garden where she and Oom used to drink coffee every Sunday morning. The wooden swing Oom had built was still there. Freshly painted. A little girl ran toward it while her father gently pushed her from behind. Her laughter echoed through the quiet neighborhood. Bam stood outside the gate. Unable to move. Unable to leave. A gentle voice interrupted her thoughts. “Excuse me…” She turned around. The woman living in the house smiled politely. “Were you looking for someone?” Bam forced a small smile. “I…” She looked at the house one last time. “I used to live here.” The woman’s expression softened. “Oh.” “My husband and I bought it five years ago.” “It’s a beautiful home.” Bam nodded. “It was.” The woman smiled warmly. “Whoever designed it…” “They really loved the person they built it for.” Bam’s eyes filled with tears. “They did.” She didn’t stay any longer. Because every corner of that house reminded her of a future she had thrown away. That same night… Oom remained inside her office. The city lights reflected against the floor-to-ceiling windows. Stacks of contracts covered her desk. Her assistant carefully placed another folder in front of her. “Miss.” “The Saralee Group has officially withdrawn from bidding on the Middle East project.” Oom simply nodded. “Noted.” The assistant hesitated. “Miss…” “…May I ask something?” Oom looked up. “You’ve already won.” “There isn’t much competition left.” “So…” “Why are you still working this hard?” For the first time in a long while… Oom didn’t answer immediately. She looked out at the city below. “When people survive something painful…” “They usually keep moving.” The assistant nodded. “But…” Her voice became almost inaudible. “I don’t know how to stop.” A week later… Lena invited Oom and Miu for dinner. Continuation ⬇️ #lenamiu #oombam #fanfiction #fyp #wlw

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