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♥One Last Time(Bad Era)♥

"Are you cheating on me (Y/N)?" 

"I'm not....it just happened once..I swear-"

"I can't believe you!"

"Well you can't really blame me! You slept with her!"

"Who?!"

"Madonna!"

"That's different! And besides, we didn't do anything! You're crazy!"

"Look, I'm sorry....I was drunk and-"

"Nice excuse (Y/N)..."

"No, please don't walk away I'm so sorry...just-"

"You should've walked away from him. Do you have any idea what you've done to our marriage?"

"Please..."

"I can't stand to look at you anymore,"

"Please....don't go..."

"I'm sorry (Y/N). I really am,"

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You tremble as you sit, curled up in a ball against the bedroom wall. You'd always been prone to making silly mistakes but this time - this time was fatal.

Both Michael and yourself had attended an evening event, organized by his manager to celebrate the completion of is 'Bad' tour. He'd been working tirelessly for almost two years and it was finally over - the hard work had finally paid off.

It was supposed to be a beautiful evening.

It was supposed to be just you and Michael.

It was supposed to be special.

Unfortunately, nothing played out accordingly.

Barely thirty minutes into the event, Michael had become rather moody - his tone becoming very aggressive whenever he conversed with you. You brushed it off as a little too much wine and simply kept a watchful eye on him - not intending to make a scene in front of everyone.

However, as Michael continued to behave in a slightly hostile manner - you'd lost your cool a bit and ended up raising your voice slightly, telling him to stop being so agitated. At your motions, Michael had given you one last glare before leaving you on your own to God knows where.

And so, for most of the evening, you'd spent your time either conversing with people you didn't know or looking for your husband. 

For the record, you did find your husband - upstairs in a room, with Madonna...herself being basically unclothed as he kissed her.

It was a sight that broke your heart and without even demanding for an explanation, you stomped away - completely heartbroken.

Just shattered. 

Subsequently, due to the hurt and anger Michael had caused you, you'd made your way back downstairs to drink.

Just drink.

That's all you did.

You didn't even care that you were (Y/N) Jackson anymore. 

Given normal circumstances, you would have been very aware and conscious of your surroundings and the people present before acting upon anything.

But this time was different.

How so? You had no idea.

But it felt different.