❝𝙆𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝗲 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ❞ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴋɴᴅ

𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫

jazz club flickered against the rim of your whiskey glass as you stared blankly at the screen of your phone. “It’s over. We are over. I cheated on you.”

No warning. No apology. Just a cold, brutal truth that shattered the love you had given so freely. Your fingers hovered over the keyboard, but what was there to say? That you loved him? Instead, you inhaled sharply, blinked away your tears, and blocked his number. A single, final act of self-respect. You shut your phone off and signaled the bartender for something stronger.

The jazz band played softly in the background, the melody rich and sultry You weren’t supposed to be here like this. Madrid was supposed to be a dream your dream. You were here for a vacation, for a major Vogue España cover, yet here you were, drinking alone, heartbroken in a luxury club filled with strangers. Across the room, a group of guys had noticed you. Among them, one in particular couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“Mate, look over there,” Toby nudged Jude, nodding in your direction. “A beauty is crying.”

“Yeah, and all alone,” Tim added.

Jude frowned, leaning back in his chair as he studied you. He knew heartbreak when he saw it. And something about the way you sat there—lost, drowning your pain in whiskey—made him move before he could even think twice.

“I’ll check on her,” Jude murmured, standing up.

You sniffled, trying to keep your emotions in check, when suddenly, you felt a warm but gentle touch on your shoulder. The contact made you jump slightly, and you turned your head quickly, wiping away the stray tears.

Your breath hitched.

Jude Bellingham.

His deep brown eyes locked onto yours, filled with something you hadn’t expected—concern. He was taller than you imagined, even more handsome in person, with sharp features and an undeniable presence.

“You good, love?” His voice was low, rich, wrapped in his sharp Birmingham accent. I’m