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Prologue *NEW*

"Messi!"

"Messi!

"Over here Messi!"

"Un foto Messi!"

Leo Messi held onto his wife's hand as they pushed through the paparazzi. It was one of those days where the star refused to acknowledge the media and their questions. All he wanted was to return home, take a hot shower, and sleep. He had no time for people's antics and games.

The security opened the door and Leo climbed inside followed by his wife, Rosaria.

As soon as the door closed, he released her hand, almost pushing it away as if he were repulsed by it. He wiped his hand on his pants and sat beside the window silently.

Rosaria felt her heart drop but in her mind, it was okay that her husband acted this way. He was still married to her so that must've meant something, or at least that was what she was thinking.

"Leo," she began.

"Not now," he mumbled.

She stayed quiet, not bothering to speak another word. The car ride back home was filled with a sense of irritation and silence. Leo just continued to text on his phone, his mind focused on the person on the receiving end.

Was it another woman? Who knows.

Rosaria had suspicions of a mistress but had no proof to make such accusations. In the back of her mind, she had a feeling she was right but there was a part of her that wanted to believe she was wrong. He had been faithful for ten years, he just may have been tired of it.

There could be more than one.

Rosaria sighed and bit her lip. She had to trust him, she knew he wasn't that kind of man. But things were changing.

There was no more passion, no fire, no love.

As the car pulled into the driveway of their mansion, the two prepared to get out the car.

"Buenas noches Damian," Rosaria told the chauffeur.

"Buenas noches Señora Messi," he said.

Lionel just left the the car without saying a word.

Rosaria waited a few seconds before she entered the house. Sometimes the atmosphere between them was just uncomfortable but it was tense. She wondered where the man she fell in love with went.

They were known for being childhood lovers and Messi received so much respect for marrying his first love. He was her first everything and he was all she ever known when it came to love.

In the last six months something changed in him. He became distant, quiet, irritated, and left home frequently. There was a couple of instances where he would leave and not return for a few days without saying a word. Those were the days she cried the most, sobbing over a deteriorating marriage.

Rosaria walked into the living room and turned on the television. She sat comfortably on the couch and began to take off her heels.

They were at an event sponsored by Nike and it was obvious that Lionel would bring his wife. During the event, he held onto her, laughed, joked, and even kissed her. These were all things he hadn't done with her in months but he was just putting up a facade for the public.

No one knew of their problems, after all, he was already under criticism from his people for the lacking performance for Argentina. A marriage scandal wouldn't help that.

The house was silent and Rosaria knew he was probably taking a shower.

Months ago, he would happily snuggle with her on the couch until she convinced him to go shower. Nowadays, he'd go straight to the shower and sleep afterwards. He never once told her goodnight.

No, tonight can be different.

Rosaria stood up and marched upstairs to the main shower. With every step, her confidence grew lower and lower. Still, she reminded herself that things could be different as long as she tried.

She approached the hallways but heard no water running.

She stood in front of the door and leaned against it to try to make out any noises. The lights were still on, he should have still been in there.

The door suddenly opened and Rosaria backed up from the door.

Leo stood at the doorway and watched his wife become flustered.

"I know this is totally random, I'm sorry. I promise I'll let you sleep right now but I just wanted to tell you goodnight," Rosaria said.

"Alright," he responded. He moved past her, brushing his shoulder against hers as he left her standing there.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Rosario released a sighed. Yet again, another attempt was proven unsuccessful.

Goodnight Leo, I love you too.

She stepped into the bathroom herself and removed the night's makeup as well as pushing away the tears that rolled down her cheeks.

After her shower, she returned in the master bedroom where she slept alone. Leo opted for one of the guest bedrooms and slept in different rooms every now and then.

She slid underneath her blankets and held herself. She never slept in the middle of the bed, she always took the right side just in case one night, Leo chooses to come back and sleep beside her. Her left side would always be empty, waiting for him.

She will always wait for him.

Authors Note: HEY! Guess who is back? I posted a prologue for this story but that was years ago. My writing is no longer the same and I wanted to change things up. This is a new prologue and also (hint hint) I'll be revamping Falling Deep so stay tuned for that if you're familiar with my other story. Bye! :)