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♡End Of The Road♡

•SET IN THE HISTORY ERA•

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ: This chapter sucks, and I urge you not to waste your time reading it. Mentally, I'm a mess, so my stories aren't so good.

But thank you for your time!♡

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You smiled softly as you watched your two children sleep. Humming a soft tune, you gazed at the two angels that made you the happiest woman alive. Autumn, and Richard were their names. Autumn was six, and Richard was five. It was five minutes after midnight, and you were a tad bit disappointed. You took a look around the children's shared bedroom before bringing your eyes back to the little ones that were resting in bed.

Now, you had been married to one of the most famous men on earth, Michael Jackson. The two of you had met at one of his performances, and it all progressed from there. Now the two of you had created a family, but at present moment - you weren't sure if that family bond existed anymore.

For several months, Michael had been returning home very late. The Neverland grounds were always so quiet, and the kids hardly ever got to see their father. They missed him, and they were quite upset when he wasn't around. Michael's bond with the kids was amazing, but lately - he hae become quite distant, especially with you. He never wanted to discuss anything with you. You felt like a complete stranger now.

Deep down, you were furious with Michael because of the fact that he seldom got to spend time with his children - and they needed him in their lives. They adored daddy.

You smiled softly and studied the kids for a few moments longer before standing up, and walking out of the bedroom - being sure to pull the door shut.

Walking along the corridors, you made your way to the bedroom that you shared with your husband seven years. Opening the bedroom door, you entered before pulling it shut.

You moved over to sit down in front of your dressing table, grabbing your pretty brush as you stared at your reflection in the mirror. Your face was pale, and your eyes seemed dark. You had not been resting well for the past few weeks, and the effects were starting to show.

You had on a satin night dress that had long sleeves. As you moved your hand, you spotted the scars that decorated your inner wrist. The cuts were recent, and you were not proud of yourself. You knew fully well that you were not setting a good example for your children - but quitting the practise was easier said than done.

Michael had had no idea that you did this, and you intended to keep it that way. The last thing you wanted was to be misunderstood.

Brushing your hair, you closed your eyes before opening them again. Suddenly, the front doors could be heard opening, and closing. You set the brush down, and stood up. A moment passed before the bedroom door opened, revealing your husband. He looked tired, and disheveled. He wore a red, button up shirt - with black slacks, paired with penny loafers and white socks. You had to admit, your husband was very handsome.

(Y/N), keep it together.

Michael walked in, and shut the door before he turned around and glanced at you.

"Busy day, huh?" you inquired. You felt strange around him, and that could have been blamed on the fact that your husband hadn't been communicating with you very well, recently.

Michael nodded, saying nothing. He opened the bathroom door, and entered - not bothering to shut the aforementioned. He stood in front of the beautifully designed sink - turning on the tap and gathering a bit of water in his hands before washing his face. He grabbed one of the small towels from the bathroom shelf, proceeding to dry his face, followed by him tossing the piece of cloth into the basket that had been assigned for all items that were to be washed.

"Michael," you said as he walked out of the bathroom. He seemed to ignore you before you called his name again. "Michael,"

He turned to face you, an annoyed expression on his face. He studied your form before letting out a sigh.

"What?" he questioned lowly.

You stared at the man, shaking your head. What the hell did he mean by what?

He cannot be that stupid. I know that he senses that something is wrong.

"Michael..." you trailed off. "Babe, please talk to me," you searched his eyes for an answer. "What's happening to us?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he shook his head.

"Michael, please don't act dumb," you pleaded.

He focused on me for a brief minute before shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants.

"I know...that I have not been at home as much as I should, and I...am sorry for leaving you to look after a children alone," he closed his eyes before opening them again. "But there's...something that I need to tell you," he inhaled deeply. "And it's something that I've been wanting to say - for six months now,"

You folded your arms and frowned as he took in a deep breath.

"(Y/N), you will always have a special place in my heart, and I adore the kids," he kept his eyes on you. "Please don't ignore the fact that I love them,"

"Michael...what's wrong?" you prodded. "What are you getting at?"

Michael bit his lip, staring at you. He thought for a moment before swallowing. The air seemed to get a little colder, and it had started to rain heavily.

"(Y/N)...I...don't...love you anymore," he said hesitantly. "At least not in the way that you expect me to,"

"What?" your eyes became watery. You desperately wished that he was telling a joke, but he was not. "What do you mean you don't love me anymore?" the tears streamed down your face. "Michael, we're married - and we have kids together,"

"(Y/N), face it, this won't work between us. We're always arguing, and we barely get to see each other. After the children were born, not once did you visit me at the studio," he licked his bottom lip. "You lost a part of yourself, and my...feelings for you have changed,"

"I could not visit you because I was here," I gestured to the mansion. "Looking after our kids while you were out there, doing God knows what!" you looked like a mess, and you were crying.

"Okay," he nodded. "Fair point, but that does not change the fact that I...just don't love you anymore, romantically," he studied you. "But you will always have a...place in my life, as the mother of our children," his eyes were slightly sad. "I'm sorry," he stepped forward, but you stepped back.

"So...where does that leave us?" you gestured to the both of you. "What happens from here?"

Michael stayed silent for a few seconds, debating as to whether or not he should speak.

"(Y/N), I...want a divorce,"

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