𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐎𝐍 • 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐔𝐏

I decided to unpublished my first 'Michael Jackson Imagines' then I'm going to edit the stories/drafts there and publish it here. This is one in of them. I have a lot of drafts. To be honest when I read it I'm dying in cringe. I hope you all forgive me because most stories there were sad, full of angst. This is one of it btw, I made this in my depressed ERA so bare with me hehe:DD I don't know if I like or hate this, but anyways ENJOY READING!</33

Warning: Cheating, Affair, Short implied smut¡ angst, minor typos, grammatical error, Didn't Proofread...

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You walk inside the house in neverland, just come back from work. You're nurse and michael's fiancé. Even then you know he's your future and forever, you just know.

You closed the door then begin to call Michael's name.

“michael? baby I'm home!” you said happily, so excited to see him again, almost all day you didn't get see him because you're really needed at the hospital you're working on.

You was about to approach your shared room when you heard a loud grunts and moans coming from inside the room, making your heart drop.

Clear as the sky; you know that is michael and who the hell is that?! Your heart broke into pieces, something telling you to run away, beat their asses, and just leave, and never come back.

The door is slightly open, you open it quietly not wanting to INTERRUPT their momment together, as you poked you head inside yours' and Michael's room you instantly regret it.

You just witnessed how michael, you oh so called fiancé fucks Lisa Marie, THE Lisa marie!

You removed your head inside then press your back into the cold wall beside you, your lips began to tremble as tears beaming down your eyes.

“Ughh...fuck, mike.. faster!” their moans ringing in your fucking ears. you just cried quietly, close your eyes tightly, covering my mouth not letting a whimper release from it. You sat down, your back still pressed at the wall tears can't stop streaming down your face.

You want to scream in pain you want to punch them in face, but you can't, you don't know why. What's the point? what's the point of beating their asses, michael just fuck that lady in your shared room! in your fucking shared room!

So that's why. That's the reason why michael getting so cold if he's with you. He's always in deep thought, maybe he doesn't love you anymore. But why did he proposed to me?!.

You scream but no sound came out, your face is now red, you're quietly sniffing and choking on your breath.

“hiiitt, babe I'm.. so close! mmppf!” michael grunts while Lisa still moaning mess making you feel like wanting to vomit.

You run downstairs towards the kitchen then lean in the sink start gaging, you throw up a little while tears still rolling down your face, you try not to make a loud sound so you cannot interrupt their intimate moment.

You open the fauset and wash your mouth, you walk towards the mirror and look at yourself.

You look like a mess, your eyes so red and swollen it's so fucking sore. You cry more, throw your head at the back sucking your breath, you need to control yourself, you just wanted to leave here get all your things and never come back.

Why? do you look not good enough? You ask to yourself stared at your face in the mirror, you wanted to punch it.

“I thought I was more than enough.” you whisper as you close your eyes and lean your forehead at the cold mirror.