80S ROCKSTAR IMAGINES.

betrayal. • TOMMY LEE

You sat on the couch in disbelief, clutching the magazine in your hands tightly.

What the fuck?

You assessed the magazine cover time and time again, trying to believe that what you were seeing was some cruel hallucination. Some hallucination that was intertwined with one of your worst fears.

Your husband, with another woman? Heather Locklear, no less?

Your eyes kept flicking from Tommy to Heather, whom he was hugging close. His hands were on her ass, and he was pressing a kiss to her lips. She was kissing back, and her hands were wrapped around his neck. Your man's neck.

Your stomach churned, and you felt the tears begin to well up in your eyes. The headline only made those tears fall:

ARE TOMMY LEE AND HEATHER LOCKLEAR TOGETHER? MORE INFO INSIDE!!

How could the magazine do this? Everyone and their mother knew that Tommy Lee was married to you, proven by the wedding band so clearly shown on his finger in the picture. Capitalizing off of your pain was so wrong.

But, what was even more wrong was that Tommy had the gall to even cheat on you in the first place.

You looked at your matching wedding band, feeling sick that you were even wearing it. What was supposed to be a sacred piece of metal no longer felt sacred. The bond between the two of you had been broken, and it was all his fault.

The ring started to feel heavy on your finger, so you took it off. You absently played with it, the tears rolling silently down your face. You felt so naive; Tommy was a rockstar. It was only a matter of time before he broke your heart.

People had tried to tell you that, but you dismissed them, believing Tommy instead when he said you were different. That he would be loyal to you and you only, and that he didn't want anyone else.

Trying to refrain from ripping up the incriminating magazine, you gently placed your wedding band plus your engagement ring on the counter, the stunning diamonds suddenly becoming ugly to you.

You buried your head in your hands, your sobs finally bursting out of your mouth in agonized screams.

You knew you'd have to confront him when he came home from the recording studio. He was recording some songs for Theatre of Pain with the guys, and he would be back any minute now. This was not something that you could just sit on, nor did you want to. You wanted to scream so loud at that asshole that your throat would go hoarse, followed by storming out. He didn't deserve anything less. He had everything, and he stomped all over it. All for some bimbo actress.

Your hands were wet from your tears at this point, and you were angrily stomping one foot as hard as you could. You'd never known heartbreak like this before, and you knew it would only get worse. The hardest part was not finding out, it was letting Tommy know you found out. After all, he'd try to pull out the puppy eyes. He'd somehow spin it so that he was blameless, and his lack of responsibility would hurt even more.

After all, it would show that you had not married the right man.

Speaking of which, you heard the door begin to unlock.

You raised your head and squared your shoulders, letting out a breath of air. You didn't try to wipe away the tears; you wanted him to see what pain he had caused you.

The door opened, and Tommy walked into the room, cheerfully humming a tune. Completely oblivious to what you had found out, and just how much his life would change.