♡ . Jude Bellingham 𝄒

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You were dating a well-known Real Madrid footballer. In the first few months, your relationship seemed to be going wonderfully. He was attentive, you went out often, he gave you nice things, and in general, he always tried to be attentive to your needs.

That changed in the blink of an eye. Out of nowhere, he stopped being so affectionate, always making excuses to cancel dates, taking forever to reply to messages, and sometimes when you tried to kiss him, he'd pull away or be rude. When you tried to bring it up, he attributed it to sports-related stress and social pressure, so you figured the best thing to do was give him some space.

It was your anniversary, and you'd barely managed to convince him to go out that day. He picked you up in his car, as he usually did when you went out. This time, he didn't even bother to bring flowers or prepare any kind of surprise. Nevertheless, you got in, but this time you felt something different. The car was reeking of women's perfume, and the strange thing was that it wasn't yours. You decided not to be too paranoid, thinking that would be the end of it, when you noticed something peculiar in the cup holder: a woman's lipstick. It wasn't wrapped, and it wasn't new enough to be a gift; it was even used. There was no way it didn't belong to someone. Mustering your courage, you decided to confront him. You weren't going to let something like that slide if it symbolized what you suspected.

“Jude, what is this doing here?”

Jude braked suddenly at a traffic light, turning to look at you with evident resignation in his gaze, while you just held the object tightly and courageously, he just remained silent.

“This isn’t mine.”