timothée chalamet imagines

divorce

your pov

I was sitting on the couch, a cup of tea in my hands, in the dark, alone.

Timothée was due home any minute, he's been in meetings all day.

I've been waiting for him. I couldn't do this anymore.

As I spaced out, the door opened and made me jump.

"Hey baby." he said coming into the house.

"Hey." I tapped my mug.

"Why are you sitting in the dark?" he asked coming to sit next to me on the couch.

"Headache."

"Do you need anything?"

"No." I shook my head.

"Are you okay? You don't seem like your normal self." He put his hand on my forehead.

I didn't answer, I was just trying to figure out a way to tell him what I wanted to.

"Y/n" he said.

"I got something for you." I said turning over to my bag beside the couch.

"Oh really?" he asked jokingly and leaned back on the couch "it's not my birthday yet."

"I know." I said handing him the folder and getting up from the couch.

I walked over to the kitchen and dumped the rest of my tea down the sink as I heard him open the folder.

"What the fuck is this?" he asked waving the stack of papers as he stormed into the kitchen.

I turned around to face him and crossed my arms over my chest.

"What does it look like?"

"Divorce papers? What is wrong with you?" he said slamming them on the table.

"Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"The club. The week before our anniversary, I saw the pictures. I'm not stupid okay? I know you cheated on me." I said walking toward the stairs to our bedroom.

He let out a sigh.

"I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing, I swear. I didn't tell you because I didn't want to hurt you."

I stopped halfway up the steps.

"Hurt me?" I turned to him "you didn't want to hurt me?!"

I stepped down the rest of the stairs and pushed him back.

"YOU ALREADY HURT ME! YOU CHEATED ON ME! I'M YOUR WIFE!" I yelled hitting his arm as the tears ran down my face and the lump formed in my throat.

"Stop" he whispered, but I continued hitting him "STOP!" he finally yelled as he grabbed me by the wrists.

"I'm sorry, I didn't meant to. I was drunk. It was just a drunken mistake. Please, don't do this." he said letting go of my wrists.

I looked at him.

"NO!" I yelled pushing him again.

"I love you." he said.

"If you loved me, we wouldn't be right here; right now, doing this." I started going up the stairs again.

"Is this really what you want?" he asked before I reached the last few steps.

"No, but it's what I have to do."