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It's been two months of you and Timotheé fighting over what happened at the club. Where the guys and him went out even though you two had a disagreement before he left. You stayed home watching BTS Run episodes as the hours passes. The night ended up Timothée doing lines cocaine, getting wasted and hooking up with a girl.
When he got back home, you couldn't even scream at him because how much of a mess he was. When morning came, it had been everywhere from the paparazzi to social media that he cheated on you.
You two couldn't even be in the same room with each other anymore, without both of your throats burning from yelling at each other.
Currently you were in your office planning on your coming up new fashion show. You had to book your flight and pack for it. As excited as you were about how great your profession was kicking off. The main thing on your mind was how are you gonna get Timothée to sign the divorce slip before you had to leave. You had met you lawyers secretly.
You rest your head on your desk closing your eyes. Surprisingly it's been the only calming place you could go to.
You hear shuffling, but you ignore it because you really don't want to start anything with Timothée. You hear footsteps enter your office and seconds later you feel warm kisses on your neck.
"Timotheé Chalamet cheats on y/n Chalamet for instagram model...Sommer Ray"
You used to love these lips...But now those warm lips have been on someone else's and it hurts. A chill runs down your spine, as you feel Timothée ring circles on your bare thigh.
"Timothée stop." You mutter.
"Y/n I'm sorry baby...let me make it up to you."
You feel your tears sting your cheeks, soon to hit your leg. Your heart sinks. You open your eyes and stand up. The ignorance of him to think you would give in with a insincere apology, made your blood boil. Timothée laughs and wraps his arm around your waist, Thinking you forgive him, but that is mission impossible. You grab the paper from under your notebook and shove it on his chest.
You shake you head and walk out of your office, to your nicely decorated living room. You start your way up stairs. Landing on the fifth stair, until a crash goes throughout the house making you flinch. You stay put in disbelief. You loved Timothée, but his doings ruined everything .
You force your way up and walk into your shared room...Well basically your's. You're extremely a good wife but you were tired of Timothée taking advantage of you. Soon footsteps trail up the stairs.
"WHY DO YOU WANT THIS!" He shouts.
You ignore him, walking into the closet in the master bedroom. You were drained of fighting for nothing at the end. Things weren't the same and being drunk always shows peoples true colors. You grab your duffel bag. You take your undergarments and sleep wear, and neatly put it in there. While Timothée yells and throws things. You look up and see your wedding dress and your heart pangs. How did it end up like this? You two were high school sweet hearts.
"Y/N I FUCKING LOVE YOU AND I WAS FUCKED UP! I WASN'T THINKING STRAIGHT!!!" He cries hysterically.
Also to add on that he gave into drugs and it's a blessing he's not hooked on it, but he caused his body harm. You don't even know why he'd think that's okay, it is immature . You pack all of the clothes to last the trip to Paris and a little more than that. You carry the bag and set it on the bed. You walk into the bathroom and grab your things.
"WHAT ABOUT US Y/N! WHAT ABOUT OUR FUTURE! HAVING KIDS BUILDING WHAT WE HAVE NOW!" He shouts desperately.
You pause. He knew you wanted kids...But he was the one who always said not yet. He is trying to hit the gutter and it's not working. He's the toxic one and until he can see that will be the day you'll be his wife again. You grab your makeup bag, with your face cleansers, your toothbrush and toothpaste.
His footsteps travel to the bathroom and you could feel his presence behind you soon. You walk over to the shower and grab your soap. You toss the products one by one into your suitcase. Until the last one you toss, Timothée steps in front of you.
"Y/N...I am so. so. So sorry...And I promise I will never cheat on you...And I will make sure we have a future." He cries.
You look up into those beady eyes and your heart hurts. That's the reason.
"Timothée ..The reason I can't be with you is because every time I feel you make contact with me...it kills me that it has been on someone else's..." you let out.
He wraps you in a hug. You felt safe for a second, but those thoughts always came in your mind.
"You don't know how bad I want to forget and forgive Timothée..." You say truthfully.
Tears fall on your shoulders as Timothée quietly cries. You love this man...He has helped you through the toughest times, but sometimes you have to burn bridges to create some distance.
You pull away wiping off your tears. You walk into the room and your body is numb. You grab the line of shoes that you payed for and stuff it in the bag. The other stuff you could buy at the store.
"Y/N...baby?...Will you ever come back?" He says softly.
You shrug your shoulders. It is not like you could get the knife out of your back easily...it takes time. You zip up the bag and walk down stairs. You land on the last step and you feel Timothée hand on you.
"I will sign it..." he says something that finally sounds sane.
You nod and grab your phone, purse, charger and laptop . You stand in front of him and his beady eyes are pouring tears quietly . I pull my wedding ring off my finger and grab his hand. You place it and fold his hand, you lean and kiss his wet cheek softly. With that, You walk out of the house and Timothée cries Boom from inside of the house.
