Part 1

Juvia had started as a small town girl, swept away in the bustling cities of New York. She was nothing more than a pretty face in a big crowd without a penny to her name. She was a dime a dozen really. But when she found herself in Long Island things changed. Swept up by a man by the name Gray Fullbuster. The bluenette found herself entranced by the man's never ending wealth. He lured her in with a diamond necklace that was rumored to be worth fifty thousand dollars. And he kept her bound by drowning her in anything she could dream of. Jewel rings, pearl necklaces, karat gold earrings, you name it. The girl had it good, wonderful in fact. She really did drown in all his riches and unending affection. Or so it seemed.

It was 1929 when Juvia walked down her long corridor that in a poor man's eyes, went on for miles. Last night's extravagant party had clear remains. Confetti and streamers covered the floor, while alcohol and expensive perfumes hung in the air. Her heels clicked the tile floors of her lavish home, more like a mansion, as she walked past the help cleaning up her guest's mess. Four days ago her husband had been moved to co-CEO of the biggest automobile manufacturer in all of America. And that was a definite call for celebration. This had moved the Fullbuster name to one of the top 10 richest names currently in America.

The clinking of glasses, the laughter, the toasts all still rung in Juvia's ear from last night. The only thing that didn't remain fresh in her mind was the sight of her husband. She'd seen him at the beginning of the evening but he had quickly vanished into the night. And Juvia had a sneaking suspicion he'd lurked off with a notorious man-stealing blonde, otherwise known as Lucy Heartfilia. The daughter of a rich banker who lived almost as pretty as Juvia. But not quite.

There was one thing Lucy had that Juvia didn't. And it was Gray's attention. That was the talk of the town too. It was rumored a week after the famous wedding of between Gray and Juvia. Gray had been caught in a famous dress shop. Buying for non-other than herself. And two months after their first wedding anniversary, Lucy could be spotted wearing a beautiful string of pearls very similar to the ones Gray had just bought Juvia.

Despite how much it seemed that Juvia had turned a blind eye to the obvious affair, she hadn't. Many nights, Juvia came home to a cold and empty house. And an even colder bed. It was no secret her husband was lying with his mistress. Many nights Juvia found herself drowning in her own tears. Gold always outshines blue. Or at least that's what everyone told her.

So as Juvia walked down her long, mile long hallway she had a bottle in hand. Despite last night's liquor that still hung on her lips. She drowned herself in it even more as she wearily waited for her husband return. When he came home he always smelled like expensive perfumes. And red lipstick stained his collar and mouth. If Juvia wasn't as sweet, she'd turn herself bitter.

She pressed her back on her leather, french imported couch. She scoffed as she remembered the day it had arrived. She remembered her personal excitement. And the way her husband had whispered to her that the world was hers. And that anything she desired she could have. A humorless laugh left her cracking lips and she pushed the bottle back. The burn of harsh liquors always stung less than her husband's absence.

When she heard her large doors open and close with a slam she went unblinking. Gray was home. He drunkenly, and slowly waltzed into their parlor where Juvia had sat and waited many a time before. She looked at him with dead eyes that reflected their so called love. Just like always, he smelled like her and she could see the imprint of last night's intoxicated and sloppy kisses. Juvia's lips were pursed into a straight line as per usual.

"Where were you?" She asked routinely, voice monotone.

And like clockwork, Gray gave the same answer as always. "With friends."

Juvia nodded as if she accepted it as truth as he walked past her. Her eyes trained the front door as she washed down another sip of alcohol.

"Do you love her?" Juvia bluntly asked. She surprised him, and herself with the question.

"Wh-what?" His throat closed at the unexpected inquiry.

Juvia's eyes never met his as she continued to ask. "Lucy. Do you love her?"

An awkward tension and unwavering silence hung between the two. Gray opened his mouth to speak but his vocal chords seemed to stop working. In another unexpected action, Juvia slammed her bottle down that she had clutched so hard before letting the glass shatter. So fragile, just like them.

She shot up from her chair and made her way to Gray who had his back turned. "Do you love her?!" She screamed at his unturning head. The boiling hatred and jealousy over the course of the past years had now overflowed. And it burned and seared them both.

Gray blinked at her as his jaw fell. He didn't even know how to answer the question himself. He found himself at a loss for words. Choking up at the very confrontation of the subject. For years, it had been ignored by the both of them.

"Yes." His tongue slipped before his brain could process what he had even said. His hand shot up to his own mouth and he violently shook his head. But it was too late. Juvia had already dropped to her knees before him. Tears instinctually flowed down her cheeks.

Juvia had known about the affair. She was well aware of it. It was no secret. But nothing pained her more than to know he loved Lucy. Juvia loved Gray, even still. How could he give his heart to another? Vomit churned in her stomach as she clutched the velvety carpet beneath her. Her stomach contents emptied onto her thousand dollar rug. The aesthetics of her home meant nothing now. When she was filled with a void now. And a fifty thousand dollar string of diamonds would not fill it.

"I think you should leave," Gray said as he stared straight. He hadn't made eye contact with Juvia for months. And he surely wouldn't start now.

So she did. Juvia packed her bags and filled them with the dresses he had bought her. She packed her designer coats and her name brand shoes that every girl envied. But no one would envy her now. Not as she walked down her ivory staircase without her husband by her side. Her fingertips slid the marble railing. She felt it for what knew wouldn't be the last time. Her dress swayed and floated behind her has she ran down the stairs. She took one last look at her elegant mansion in this bustling city. She looked at her beautiful crystal chandelier, her portraits, the imported lavishings. She looked and promised she'd be back.

Hi guys, I'm just trying something new. This idea came to me randomly and I really wanted to write it so here we are. This is a two part series so I hope you'll like it!