Beyonce oneshots

Shattered Trust

Shattered Trust
Beyonce & Jay
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Beyoncé's POV:

The clock ticked past midnight, its rhythmic ticking echoing through the stillness of our home. I was sprawled on the sofa in our living room, a half-read book resting on my chest. The soft glow from the lamp beside me cast a warm circle of light in the otherwise dim room. I'd been waiting for Jay to come home. This was not unusual, but tonight, there was an edge to my anxiety, a sense of unease I couldn't shake.
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The door creaked open, and I looked up, my heart sinking slightly. Jay stepped into the house, his face etched with exhaustion. He was still in his suit, disheveled from a long day—longer than usual. As he closed the door behind him, I noticed something that made my stomach churn: a faint smear of red lipstick on his collar.

I stood up slowly, my heart pounding. "You're home late," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Jay looked up, his expression a mix of surprise and fatigue. "Yeah, had a few meetings that ran over. I didn't think it'd be this late."

I crossed my arms, my gaze fixed on the red smudge on his shirt. "What's that on your collar?" I asked, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice.

He glanced down and then back up at me, his face carefully neutral. "It's nothing. Just got a little caught up in something."

I took a deep breath, my patience wearing thin. "Jay, that looks like lipstick. And it's not mine."

He opened his mouth to speak, but I cut him off. "Just tell me the truth. Did you cheat on me?"

His face hardened, and he shook his head. "No, Beyoncé, I didn't cheat on you. It's not what it looks like."

I could see the lie in his eyes. His denial felt like a knife twisting in my heart. "You're lying," I said softly, the hurt in my voice unmistakable. "I know you're lying."

He looked away, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I'm not lying. I swear."

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. My emotions, already on edge, boiled over. "How can you stand there and lie to me like this?" I shouted, my voice trembling with anger and pain. "I've given you everything, and this is how you repay me?"

I grabbed a nearby vase and, in a moment of raw, unfiltered anger, hurled it against the wall. It shattered into pieces, the sound echoing through the room. Jay flinched, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and regret.

"Beyoncé, please," he said, stepping forward, but I wasn't ready to let him near me.

"Don't touch me!" I screamed, grabbing a framed photo from the mantel and throwing it across the room. It shattered as well, fragments scattering like my heart felt in that moment. "How long has this been going on? How many times have you betrayed me?"

Jay's face was pained as he tried to approach me again. "Beyoncé, I know this looks bad, but I swear—"

"I don't want to hear your excuses!" I cut him off, my voice raw. I picked up a cushion from the sofa and threw it as well, the fabric ripping slightly on impact. "I trusted you, Jay! I believed in us, and now you're just—"

My strength began to wane, and I sank to the floor, clutching my head in my hands as the tears flowed uncontrollably. Jay stood there, helpless, his face a mask of anguish and remorse.

"Beyoncé, I'm so sorry," he said softly, kneeling beside me. "I know I've hurt you, and I hate myself for it. Please, just give me a chance to explain."

I looked up, my face streaked with tears, the anger in me giving way to deep, aching sadness. "I don't even know what to believe anymore," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I don't know if I can ever trust you again."

Jay's eyes filled with tears of his own, and he reached out to touch my arm gently. "I'll do whatever it takes to make this right. Please, just tell me what I need to do."

I pulled away, unable to meet his gaze. "I need time," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I need to figure out if there's even anything left to fix."

As I sat there, the room around me littered with the remnants of my rage, the silence that followed was heavy with unspoken pain. Jay remained nearby, his presence a painful reminder of the trust that had been shattered. I could only hope that someday, somewhere, we would find a way to mend the cracks that had formed between us.
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