Justin Bieber Imagines

Sad Imagine

Standing above his beautiful wife, Justin couldn't help but let a few unwanted tears fall from their ducts as he cursed himself over his stupidity. Justin and Y/N had been fighting a lot recently, to the point that a divorce was being considered. At that time, all Justin cared about was his carreer, and the fans. His wife felt unwanted. That since she and him are now married, he'd have the right so do as he want, knowing she'd still be there waiting at the apartment. Justin let out a shaky sigh as he softly placed his hand on her cheek, caressing it gently as he smiled. Y/N was never like the other girls Justin had been with. She was different. When asked about his wife, Justin couldn't simply use one word to describe her. Except for one. Mine. In every concert, signing, meet and greet, and even benefit photo shoots, Y/N would always be there to support not only Justin, but the whole team. Justin and Y/N had met all those years ago in Ontario. Justin was just signed with Scooter and had decided to go out to McDonalds to celebrate. It was the walk there when he accidently bumped into the pretty girl holding her Starbucks coffee, did his life completely changed. Justin smiled softly at his old memories of their once carefree love, all the dates, the quickies, their wedding... But as his mind suddenly brought him back to the present, his heart felt heavy in his chest as he removed his hand from her cold cheek. It happened a week ago from today. Y/N was standing backstage while he played a benefit concert in New York. Justin was happy and carefree onstage. Smiling at every fan in the crowd and felt himself fill with that euphoric feeling of adrenaline as he sang. Y/N on the other hand, watched with gloomy eyes, along with that shine of proudness as she watched her husband perform onstage. Her husband looked so happy, whereas she felt and looked hurt and in pain. She loved Justin very dearly, but did he love her to that extent as well? Or is she still just another fangirl? Watching him make every single person in the crowd happy, made Y/N wonder why he couldn't do the same with her. It wasn't long until the benefit concert was over and Y/N quickly made her way to Justin's side.

"Where's Justin?" Y/N asked Fredo who looked around the area nervously before facing Y/N.

"He went to get something from the dressing room really quickly." Alfredo informed his best friend's wife as he directed her to where he last saw Justin. Biting his lip nervously, he watched as she made her way in the direction of the room. Fredo knew Justin wasn't getting anything from his dressing room. He only told Y/n that so that she would finally see what her husband has been hiding from her for the past year. Nearing the dressing room door, Y/N raised her eyebrows at the aggressive sound of rustling and moaning. Slowly she reached for the door handle and opened it a crack. She looked through the door curiously and immediately regretted it when she saw what was inside. Justin quickly threw on his clothing before grabbing the girl from her spot on the couch. He crashed his lips to hers with lust before pecking her cheek.

"That was brilliant love." Justin whispered huskily in her ear as the mystery girl smiled coyly.

"Hmmm I can do better than that dear Justin, if you divorce that hideous wife of yours." The mystery girl smirked as Justin suddenly pushed her away. Sudden realisation hit him square in the face as he rushed out of the room, not listening to anyone around him as he looked for her.

"God damn." he thought. "I just cheated on my wife."

"Scooter man have you seen Y/N?" Justin asked his manager frantically as Scooter nodded.

"yeah she told us she had to go home. Why?" "She just walked in on me and another girl..." i told him as he groaned and face palmed himself. "Look Justin, this was eventually going to bite you in the ass someday. We all warned you not to start cheating on Y/N, just because you've been fighting a lot recently. She doesn't deserve you at all right now, but you need each other, so go get her man." With Scooter's last encouraging words, Justin simply started to run. He ran and ran until he reached the car and immediately hopped inside, igniting the engine before driving off in the direction of the flat. He quickly whipped out his phone and dialled Y/N's number. After three rings, she answered.