•That's my Ex-wife•

Chapter 6

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-Rose

Chapter 6

Lucy's P.O.V

Drinking is to die for

I couldn't... I don't really know what to do. I'm at lost in my emotions, my words, every single part of my body is aching. My heart aches and yearns for someone I cannot have.

Why is the world so cruel?

The loud sound of the music, the loud beats, cheering, screaming, hardcore partying. You can already guess where I am right now. Damn right, I'm at a fucking club.

A fucking club

I, Lucy Heartfillia, Daughter of Jude and Layla Heartfillia. The heiress of Heartfillia: Lock and Key, home enterprises. I have been blessed with everything. I graduated with consistency and high remarks, recommended towards the best schools. I was one of the best model working for the best fashion company in the world. And yet... here I am. Wasting myself away all because I got my heart broken.

How pathetic.

I didn't know why I even went here in the first place. I was not one to go out and party nor to drink and get all tipsy. I guess, I just needed time away from all that had happened.

I came alone.

After the fiasco that happened back at the hellhole, I just lost it. I just didn't function right. As if, I lost a part of me. As if, a part of him was planted into me then ferociously ripped away and tossed in the trash.

I was stupid. Too much of a fool to realize the faults. I should've been a better wife. I should've been the best I can be.

I could feel the tears drip onto my skin. I quickly swiped away the tear, hoping not one could see how much in pain I am.

"Hey, isn't that Lucy Heartfillia? The rich spoiled brat? Oh my God! What is she doing here? In a low and rundown club?" Each word pierced through my heart like a knife.

"She's probably being a whore. I can't believe Natsu would go for her." I flinched, but didn't have enough courage to move.

"Her dress is so out of style! Some high-paying model she is." Honey, this is the latest dress Fairy Tail corp. has released. You're just jealous because I don't do rags.

"Look how hideous she looks! Definitely gonna take a pic of this— Hey!" I flinched. Please don't as I took the little bit of courage I had left to stop but then was quickly brought to a halt.

I quickly turned my attention around to see the commotion.

"Hey! Let go of me, jerk!" The girl, who tried to take my picture, shrieked at the man. From afar, I could tell that his grip only got tighter by the second. Although that didn't stop the other party goers from doing there thing which is: not paying them any attention.

"A pretty lassy like you shouldn't be messing around with my lady". He hissed back. By that, I scrunched up my face. My lady? The gorgeous, caramel colored man must be confused.

"I wasn't even going to do anything!" She yelled, struggling to get away from his tight grip which only made it worse. "Yeah right," He said, grabbing her phone and flashing something in front of her. "Pretty ladies shouldn't lie like that." With that, he dropped the phone and stomped on it. Then he slowly came close and whispered something in her ear. The girl looked at him with fear and quickly took the chance to get her hand away and run.