Y/N POV
I am a very successful movie director, I have directed all the new Disney remakes and I'm only 22 years old. I got off work early from the set of a new Tina Fey and Amy Poehler movie, Sisters. My wife Lauren should be home. We got married when we were 17 years old. I fall in love with her more and more every day. I parked my car in the garage and walked inside but they weren't any noises. Hmm.. maybe she's taking a nap. Lauren has been a little off lately, I never ask questions. That always ends up in a fight. I slowly walk upstairs in case she is asleep. I never like waking my sleeping beauty up. As I near our bedroom door I hear whispers, maybe she's watching TV. I slowly open the door and I see my worst nightmare. Lauren telling my best friend she loves her. She loves Camila Cabello and not me. Tears quickly start streaming down my face and I back out of the room. On the way out I accidentally bumped into a vase causing it to hit the ground. Immediately Lauren and Camila turn their heads to me, Lauren gets up but I back away even more. I rip my wedding ring off my finger and our promise rings off my necklace and throw them at her. I grab a duffle bag and pack all the clothes in it once I'm finished I look to Lauren and say, "I hope breaking my heart was worth it." Lauren looks at me with cold eyes and replies, "I want a divorce, and I never even loved you. All you are is a freak."I walk to my car and drive off; as I'm speeding down the road I don't see the drunk driver heading towards me. The car hits me head on and all I see is red. I can't feel anything. I slowly feel myself slipping from the world... My lasts words are "I still love you Lauren." Now she'll finally be happy with me gone.
