AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone! I'm so glad to be back- I wish I could say this- but I'm not. I've been sulking and feeling bad lately. That's why I haven't posted anything and honestly? It sucks too. I hope you're having a very great time though. Enjoy it when you are living!

Warning: This story was written in a period of depression and melancholy.

Disclaimer: I, honestly and completely, do not own The Mortal Instruments. I just love Cassandra Clare too much I'm thinking about starting a cult under the name 'Magnus sparks'. Just kidding.

"Jace. We need to talk. Call me soon. Love you."

"Babe, this is really important. Call me."

"Jace, I know you are in an important meeting but this is really urgent. Give me a call, okay?"

"JACE HERONDALE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! WHY ARE YOU NOT PICKING UP YOUR PHONE? CALL ME OR YOU'RE DEAD. JUST ANSWER THE PHONE IDIOT!"

"I'm sorry I shouted. But can you just make a call? Jace, you're making me worry. Are you alright? Please tell me you are. I love you."

"JOHNATHAN CHRISTOPHER HERONDALE! I AM REALLY MAD AT YOU RIGHT NOW AND IF YOU DO NOT MAKE A CALL THEN IT'S OVER. I'M DONE. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU SO MUCH."

"Look Jace, I'm really getting annoyed and pissed right now. Just give me a call, alright? Oh, you know I really do love you.''

Clary tossed her phone onto the couch, wiped her wet face and took a breath, before placing herself on the couch. She already called her super-hot boyfriend more than fifty times and messaged more than thirty times over the past two hours. But, of course, she knew he would be at a meeting, and she also knew that the meeting would've had ended like half an hour ago. So now, she was worried and really really mad at her so-called super-hot boyfriend of five years. She couldn't help it. She really needed to talk to him. Why was he not calling her?

Her worry carried her to the front of his house. Clary could not make a step forward and she did not want to step back either. She was determined to tell him back when she left her apartment. But now her fear stood before her, barring her path. She know she must tell him. But what will Jace think? Will Jace accept her? He wouldn't leave her, right? Their love was stronger than that. And he loves her.

"Is Jace here?" Clary asked when she saw his maid. Not many people came to Jace's house except his friends- the Lightwoods, Simon and herself, others met him only in his office, so she didn't bother knocking. She looked expectantly at Agatha.

"Miss, Master just came in. I think he was tired. Shall I wake him, miss?" Agatha asked her.

Normally, Clary would object to Agatha for being called 'miss'. But she only rushed, "No, it's alright. I'll take care."

Clary twisted the door nob, expecting to see Jace passed out on the bed, still in his work suit which naturally bought a smile to her lips, but what she saw left a slap on her face and her eyes became blurry without her meaning to cry.

There in the bed was Jace, her Jace, who was wrapped by another woman and they were both nearly without any clothes and Clary noticed Jace's phone illuminating beside the lamp. She tried to move, but her feet was not listening to her, and without her permission her legs wobbled and her hand slammed the wall for support, loudly.

Jace did not look up. Hell, he seemed too busy to even notice.

But the woman did. And Clary knew her.

The woman rushed towards her, pulling over a shirt- Jace's shirt- from beside, "Oh! I'm so sorry. Jace didn't say he was meeting anyone."

Clary kept her eyes fixed on the wall behind her. She tried not to notice the woman's ruffled blonde hair and his shirt over her, as the woman pushed both of them outside the room. Her staring broke when she heard: ''Oh my goodness! You are Clary! Jace's girlfriend, aren't you? Oh, I'm so sorry. I don't even...I mean, I think Jace wanted to have something else for fun. Guys like Jace need some break, you know? Just give him a break. I'm sorry. But, you get it right? Don't worry about what happened. Just go with it, yeah?"

Clary looked numbly at the wretched woman, "I think it's time to leave. Bye Clary!"

Clary stood frozen at the spot.

"Clary, are you alright?" a voice asked behind her.

"Tell Jace 'He's free.'"

Agatha stared widely, watching the red-haired woman leave.

Her mind refused to work properly. She did not know how long she walked, how far she was away from home. Home. Funny how she had come to think of his home as hers. Her mind knows what she saw, but her heart refused to believe that. What she saw couldn't be true right? How could he? How could he do this to her? This can't be happening. Not now. Not when she-

"Clary?"

Ooooooh. Fishy. What do you think?

Is Jace still a jerk after all these years?

Didn't Clary change him for good?

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