Divine Justice [Editing]

67. A Broken-Hearted Girl

Juliette's POV:

Seven hours.

It's been seven hours since that fucking meeting and I feel like the definition of shit.

Unable to handle much more of my emotions, I've severed my Link with Sebastian, and I made sure to block his emotions to the best of my abilities. I've also beaten my record of drinking five bottles of tequila, but guess what?

I feel empty.

I feel so fucking empty, and because I've blocked out my emotions, it doesn't even hurt. It doesn't even sting. It doesn't even fucking matter anymore. I never thought that I'd feel something like the way I'm feeling right now. I feel betrayed, and lied to, which isn't a surprise since I prepared myself mentally, but I never prepared myself emotionally, and that's no one's fault but mine.

I took off his shirt....it smelled to much like him.....his scent is too fucking much for me to bear....

Feeling dejected, I threw on the pajamas that Majo has lent me, so we're now sitting in silence while I drink my sixth bottle of tequila and attempting not to pass out.

When they say "Misery loves company".....

"It would've been simply wonderous if they hadn't lied to us." I say quietly as a tear slips from my eye.

"No fucking kidding. I was about to tell Riley that I liked him, but look what happened now." I hear Majo mutter before sighing.

"Such a shame." I say before taking a swig of sweet tequila."

"A shame indeed." She mutters before closing her eyes.

"Ariana warned me that this was going to happen." I say, and she shakes her head.

"I should've fucking known." She mutters, making me roll my eyes.

"You know, it's so weird that no matter how much alcohol I've consumed, it still can't take this fucking ache away." I mumble as I look at the celing.

"I've blocked out my emotions, blocked his emotions away, severed our Link, but he still has a strong hold on my already beat down heart." I continue as the tears return again.

"And you know what hurts the fucking most?! The fact that even though he broke my heart by lying to me and not trusting me at all, this stupid, näive fucking heart of mine still wants him with every fiber of its fucking being." I say, but it comes close to a whisper.

"Courtesy of the Mate bond, my dear sister in law. That....tie that you have towards your Mate will never go away because you both are too attached, and you can't reject him because if you do, you'll die from the pain." Majo explains, and I throw the bottle at the wall in frustration, shattering it instantly.

"You know, we're both going to have a fucking problem in the morning if you keep throwing bottles like that, babe." Majo mutters beside me, but I only roll my eyes.

"We literally have night vision. What the fuck else do you want?" I groan before standing up and putting my hoodie on.

"I'm going to get more tequila." I mumble before stumbling to the door.

I open it slowly, and stumble out. I'm not sure if the boys are still up, but I don't care. They can see me in my worst state for all I fucking care. It's their fault I'm like this anyway..... actually, it's my Mate's fault I'm like this.

My Mate.

My husband.

The love of my life.

The King of my heart.