Sold To A Jauregui

Chapter 84

Y/n's pov.
I took a step back from Lauren and looked at her shocked.

"W-what?" I whispered out.

I hated how my voice came out so vulnerable.

"We need to let this go. It's only hurting us." She told me with a blank expression.

My mind was blank and my heart started speeding up.

"We can make this work." I told her and reached for her hand.

"No, we can't. I'm sorry." She said and pulled her hand away.

I just stared at my hand as she went quiet.

She wanted this but she wanted to make sure you wanted it too.

I tried my best not to listen to my demons.

Yes, demons.

I've become friends with demons that live in my head.

Since when?

The day Lauren didn't kiss me, didn't hug me, and didn't tell me she loved me.

The day I brought up about divorce.

Her reaction was surprising.

She said okay and we talked about it.

I shook my head as I put the pieces together.

"For how long?" I asked Lauren who was now turned around.

"What?" Lauren asked turning around.

Her hands were wet from the water she was cleaning a plate with.

"Since when have you thought about divorce?" I asked.

Her eyes went wide as she opened her mouth.

"What the fuck?!" She asked pissed.

"Don't play games with me Jauregui. For how long have you thought about getting a divorce with me?" I asked.

My anger started building up.

"How can you be so fucking selfish Y/n?!" She yelled.

"No Lauren! I'm not selfish! You're just mad because I figured it out!" I yelled back.

Her face went soft.

Gotcha.

"For how long?" I asked calmly.

"When we talked about the divorce, I thought about it and I decided." She answered.

All that in one night.

"Damnit Lauren." I said and ran away from her.

I ran to our room and packed my things.

"Y/n, come on. Don't do this." Lauren said coming in.

I ignored her and zipped my suitcase.

"No. No. Baby, please." She said and walked towards me.

"Fuck you Jauregui. Fuck you." I spat and threw the wedding ring and the engagement ring she gave me at her.

"Please Y/n. Don't do this." She said and picked the rings up.

"For months you wanted a divorce, I'm giving you a divorce Lauren. You should thank me." I said and stuffed my keys, phone and wallet in my pockets.

"I love you." She said crying and holding onto the rings.

"Don't lie to me." I spat.

"I've been hurt enough, don't you think?" I asked pissed.

"Baby..." She whispered taken back.

"Don't you think Lauren?" I asked again.

"Don't you think I've had enough pain?" I asked slowly breaking down.

"Baby, I'm sorry." She said sitting down the bed and crying.

"If you don't see how hurt and broken I am, then I'll tell you. I'm really fucking hurt Lauren." I told her.

She started sobbing as she put her face in her hands.

"You shouldn't be the one heartbroken here. You shouldn't be the one trying to get me back," I told her, my voice getting higher by every word.

"You shouldn't be hurt! I should be hurt, but I'm fucking numb Lauren!" I yelled at her.

She flinched but kept crying.

"I should hate you!" I yelled at her.

Her head snapped up.

Her eyes bore into mine as tears still streamed down her face.

"I should really fucking hate you, Lauren." I said as I felt a warm tear fall from my eye.

"But I only hate myself." I said, my voice cracking.

"I only hate myself and my parents." I added.

Her face showed hurt.

She knew what I was talking about.

"I hate my parents for getting me in this shit. For this fucked up love story that seems like it doesn't have a happy ending, whatsoever." I said and left her.

I slammed the door shut and breathed in.

"Mommy?" A voice called out.

I saw Lucas looking at me with tears in her eyes.

"Hey buddy." I said and he walked towards me.

"I love you mommy." He whispered and clutched onto my shirt.

"I love you too bud." I said kissing his head.

"I don't want to stay here." He said when we pulled away.

"I'll come back for you." I said and left him.

I exited the house with my suitcase trailing behind me and I entered my dark blue Ferrari.

I started the car and drove away from the mansion.

I had one place to stay.

My parent's house.

Wow.

This really is a fucked up love story with no happy ending.

{A/n; edited.}