|Football Imagines|

And You Don't Remember

|James Rodriguez|

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🎶Shattered dreams cut through my mind
Tragically our love has died
memories confine my head bitterly I face the end🎶
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It's been two years. Two years since I divorced my ex-husband, James Rodriguez. You're probably thinking, 'why in the hell would someone ever want to divorce thee James Rodriguez? The Golden Boy of Colombia and one of the many football stars' at Real Madrid.' Well, the devil doesn't show up dressed in a red cape and horns, he'll show up looking like everything you've ever wished for, sadly.

It all started on a warm summer afternoon,

|flash back|

"Bye James, I'll be back in a few hours!" I yelled from downstairs.

"Alright Princesa, have fun! Make lots of music!" He shouted back. I laughed at his response.

James always knew how to make me laugh. He knew how to make feel a lot of things.

He could make feel comfort,

Happiness,

Security,

Love,

Anger,

Sorrow,

he could even make me feel a broken heart.

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I arrived at the studio and began recording some new material for an upcoming song I was producing, "Dream Lover," as ironic as it sounds I wrote it for James.

Normally when I'm at the studio I'm usually gone for a few hours. Depends on how into I am with the music.

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By the time I came home it was already nine o'clock. I stepped into my home, immediately provoked by the sound of unfamiliar moans coming from upstairs? My heart start to race, my palms starting to sweat, my anxiety levels going through the roof, as I was thinking of the worst scenario's of what could be happening above me. I ran straight to my bedroom to be astonished by my boyfriend, James with another women, both naked in our bed. Anger and sadness filled my heart at the sight of them together.

"Un-fucking-believable," I say loud enough for them to both hear over their horrific moans. Stopping their motions, James quickly looks over his shoulder. "So this is what you do when I'm working?! Fucking some slut! You really thought you would get away with this? How dare you undermine me. I can't even expla-"

I was interrupted by James trying to explain the situation. "No! Y/N I-it's not what it looks like, baby I-uh-um." He quickly stood up, revealing the stranger under him. I storm out of the bedroom in disgust. James soon follows out as well with briefs on.

"Ugh! I can't believe you!" I throw my hands over my head, rushing down the stairs.

"Y/N I'm sorry. Please, can we talk?" James chokes, as his eyes begin to water.

"No, quit the bullshit! I have seen enough, don't bother to explain. I'm leaving!" I turn on my heel, reaching for the door nob.

"No Princesa! Please!"  He yells running up to me, grabbing my arm.

I stop my actions and quickly turn to look at him, with tears in my eyes.

"I can't believe you would actually do such a thing to me after all we've been through. Four fucking years James! Four years of us loving each other like no one could ever love another. Then you just throw everything away like that?! Like, like it's nothing? All to get a piece of ass?! Well I guess I stand corrected." I scoff, snatching my arm from his grasp.