Flashback……………

After having a long day opening her yoga studio, all Trish Stratus wanted to do was have a nice warm bath and go to bed. Although, upon entering her house, that should have been empty as Ron said he would be working late, she heard laughter. A woman's laughter. She felt her stomach turn as she noticed a cheap red thong and matching bra on the floor of her hall. She also noticed the suit her husband had been wearing that morning was also scattered on the floor. She slowly began tip-toeing up her stairs, walking slowly towards her bedroom door. She reached out her slim hand, twisting the knob slowly, before finally entering the room. She felt her heart shatter at what was in front of her. Her husband, Ron was in bed with her childhood friend Sarah.

"Ron, Sarah?" she said, her voice cracking as the tears rolled freely down her face.

End Of Flashback…….

Trish Stratus shook the thought from her head. It had been six months ago that she had caught Ron cheating on her, and only two months ago when her divorce was finalised. Seeing as she had no reason to stay at home, after all she wouldn't be having kids anytime soon, she decided to return to what she does best, wrestling. Her parents took over her yoga studio, so here she was, backstage on Monday Night Raw. Somewhere she didn't think she'd be for a long time.

Nobody knew she was returning, at least none of the superstars or the fans. Only the McMahon family, who were more than happy to bring back the former seven time women's champ. She was waiting for the right moment to go out to the ring. Mickie James was currently slapping Maria around, and since she couldn't see any sign of someone coming to rescue the diva, she thought it was best she did. After all she knows better then anyone how to deal with Mickie, especially the psycho Mickie. She already put Beth, Melina and Candice on the shelf. They where dropping like flies. Well not anymore. "Showtime" Trish said in a small whisper, before running through the entrance curtains to make the save.

"Wait a minute, it's…it's Trish!! Trish Stratus is back King!"

"Woooo! Puppies are back J.R!"

She jumped atop Mickie, taking her down, dishing out right and left hands as Maria quickly scampered backstage. Lifting Mickie up, Trish wrapped her arm around her neck and signalled to the fans. Stratusfaction!! Mickie's face slammed into the mat. Trish smiled as she heard the fans chanting her name throughout the arena. She was back home. She signalled once more to the fans before making her way backstage.

Backstage……..

Trish decided she should check on Maria, and see if she was ok. After all, she did take a good beating from Mickie before Trish made the save. She turned the corner, making her way to the trainers room, stopping outside the door when she came face to face with a blast from her past.

"Jeff." was all that managed to escape from her mouth as she stood in shock, feeling butterflies in her stomach as she waited for his reply.

""Trish. Oh my god. Hey! How are you?" he responded, just as shocked as the Canadian diva.

"Well, I've been better. You?"

"Shit. Trish I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking when I asked that question. Your hardly going to be doing great when you just got divorced. I'm sorry."

"Jeff, relax, it's fine. It's better to be open and talk about it anyway."

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

"So…what brings you here, to the trainers room? You injure yourself or something?"

"Hey baby, sorry I took so long, they where just getting me some ice for my cheek."

Trish soon found her attention turning towards another person. Maria. Trish felt her stomach turn when Maria linked arms with the rainbow haired warrior.

"Trish, hey. I didn't notice you there. Thanks for helping me tonight from the other psycho bitch."

"Are you guys going out?" the blonde diva blurted out, not even listening to what Maria had said.

"Yeah. For the last four months." came the faint reply of Jeff.

"Well…that's great!" she said, sarcasm evident in her voice. "Eh, look at the time. I may get going. I'll see you around." the diva then took off, Jeff watching her as she did. He noticed the diva's reaction when he told her the news, and he knew something was wrong. He had to talk to her.

I have to get out of here. I need to call Li. she thought as she pushed and shoved her way through the crowded hallways of the arena. She felt tears form in her eyes. Why am I crying? We broke up years ago. She quickly retrieved her phone from her bag, and dialled the Queen of Extreme, Lita. She told her everything.

"God, I'm sorry Trish, but what would you expect. You guys broke up. You got married. He probably thought you and Ron would be together forever. He wasn't going to wait around for someone that was already taken, you know."

"I know Li. It's just hard. Seeing him made me realise I was never over him. And I know it's not her fault, but when I saw Maria walk up to him and link his arm, I just wanted to kill her."

Trish heard a faint laugh on the other end of the phone, before Lita spoke once more. "Well, I don't think that'd be a good idea." there was a long pause. "Listen Trish, you just have to leave them. Jeff obviously likes Maria, so you should be happy for him. Don't go get into a load of trouble. I mean, you two broke up for a reason, you didn't trust each other. How can you be in a relationship if there's no trust. Believe me, I know."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Like always. I may just be happy for them. Jeff has moved on, and I need to do the same. Were better off as friends anyway."

"Alright, listen I have to go on stage now, I'll call ya later ok."

"Alright, bye Li."

Trish let out a sigh as she hung up her phone. Lita was right. She just had to leave it, she couldn't do anything. Jeff and Maria were happy. She couldn't ruin it for them. She just had to forget about what they once had, it was in the past. And that's where it had to stay.