Book 2: Deja Vu

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⚠️ TW: Blood ⚠️

Justine's.

I'm two weeks away from my twins, after meeting up with Bruce on Spur-Cruz Industries, we've done business trips all over the east coast of America. We're done in the Miami branch, as well as the Atlanta and Orlando branches. We're now heading to New York and this is the first I will be seeing again the new relocation of Cruz Corp. Main Building.

It's already midnight and I can't sleep because of my insomnia, it all started when Emma left me. I was staring at our goofy and cute family picture from my wallet. I was carrying the twins, giggling with their mommy, while Emma was kissing me. I miss her, I know I'm repeating myself but I can't accept the fact that she's gone.

"Take a nap, Justine. Once we arrived in New York, we have a business to keep on." Bruce tapped my shoulder as he held a glass of champagne.

"I'm having insomnia every night, but I'll be fine at the conference. Just a few shots of coffee." I told him as I hide back my wallet from my pocket.

"I guess you should join me in drinking." Bruce pours me some champagne into a wine glass and gives it to me. Of course, I will never say no to any alcohol.

"How are you?" He asked.

I drank my whole liquor without a break and stared blankly to the window. "I don't know. I'm a hundred miles away from my kids, and I'm keeping my hopes again to dad's offer in the case." I replied.

"Give yourself a break Justine, your kids need you to be well. After New York, I'll let you go home and give time to be with my grandkids. For the sake of Emma, Harley and Harvey needs also their other mother. And about the case, I know Jon will do everything, to find that culprit." Bruce said to me.

"How's Amelia? Is she still crying about the loss of my wife?" I asked.

"She's getting better and little by little, she's accepting that Emma is always in our hearts, even she's not here." He retorted and I began to be sad again.

I thank Amelia that she's already coping with the events that happened to us last 4 years ago. I snatched the bottle of champagne from Bruce and I started to bottle up. "Take it easy, Justine." Bruce was stopping but I refused him.

"I'll just take this to my room, I might get sleepy from it." I told him and started to go to the private room from our private jet.

As I closed the door, I let myself get down on the floor and started to cry, taking back the memories once more with Emma. I'm such a mess and Emma is the only one who can fix me. She's my everything and they keep her away from me, from our family.

Why?

Why it should be her?

I drank up all rest of the wine and when it's fully empty, I threw it to the ground and the glass shattered all over the floor. I started to sweep all the things from the table then to the bed. I pulled off the sheets into pieces and when my vision got blurry, I was brought back again to the ground. I'm nothing without Emma. I shouted all over my room until my lungs were already giving up on me.

I stayed still on the ground for about 15 minutes, yet I'm still not yet calm, I got hit with some glass that came from the wine bottle and I picked it up. It was long and sharp, and I am not in the right state of my mind as I instantly slashed the pointy glass to my wrist, and blood flew out from it, splattering from my face to my white shirt.

I want to see Emma.

And this is the only way to be with her...
Suicidal.

My eyes were now getting tired so I decided to close it and wait for myself to meet with my wife again, finally.
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