Sydney stared blankly at her reflection in the three way mirror. The Roberto Cavalli lace evening gown fit her slim body like a glove was truly an amazing piece. It's a shame that she didn't feel as beautiful as she looked.

"Thank you." She told the saleswoman kindly, stepping down from the small pedestal.

"I'll have it wrapped nicely for your flight."

Syd nodded, going back into the dressing room and delicately removing the gown. She rooted through her purse for her phone to make sure she didn't have any missed calls or text. Making sure that the ringer was up as high as it could go, she slipped back into her Hollister jeans and t-shirt, sliding her feet into her Timberland boots.

She paid for her dress and accepted the massive box that it had been put in, making her way back home to pack the rest of her things for the weekend.

In the middle of her trying to figure out how the hell she was going to pack the giant box, her phone rang on the dresser. She sprinted over the bed, almost breaking her neck and snagged the phone from the charger. Glancing at the picture of her wrapped in strong arms, she picked up the phone

"Hi baby."

"What took you so long to answer the phone?" He growled in answering

"It was on the other side of the room, I had to get to it." she told him

"What time does your flight get in?"

"Around five." she said, folding a pair of jeans and placing them in the open suitcase on the bed

"That's cutting it close. You couldn't have booked an earlier flight?"

"It was the earliest one they had left baby, that was my only option."

"This is why I told you to book this flight months ago, you never fucking listen to anything I tell you."

She winced at the anger in his voice "Well I'm sorry if I've been a little bit distracted lately." she fired back, clamping a hand over her mouth a moment too late

"You're going to hold this over my fucking head forever aren't you? As if I haven't suffered enough, right?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I'm-"

"Forget it. You better pray your flight doesn't get delayed. Better yet, don't even bother coming. Keep your ass at home. I don't want you here."

"Baron-"

The line went dead on the other end and she threw her phone down on the bed, trying to keep her tears at bay. He didn't mean it. Of course he wanted her to be there for him. It was Wrestlemania week and Saturday night was the Hall of Fame ceremony. She wanted to be there to support her man. It would be her first outing with him as an engaged couple and he wanted to show her off.

And she had opened her mouth and poked at a sore wound. Now he was pissed at her. She thanked God that he was a thousand miles away and not here in their home. The backlash of his anger would have been a million times worse than him hanging the phone up on her.

She rubbed her neck, remembering how just a few fort weeks ago, it had been discolored with deep purple bruises that trailed along her back.

They had faded a great deal, almost invisible to the eye against her toffee colored skin.

Her brown eyes welled with tears as she slid the top drawer of the nightstand open, reaching in, her hands trembling as she pulled out the small black and white photograph. A single tear dropped onto the blurry picture and she dabbed at it, careful not to ruin the sweet image of innocence that never had a chance to live

"Just tell me the truth!"

"Leave it alone Sydney!" Baron yelled, turning his back on her to climb the stairs in retreat

She was having none of it. She was tired. Tired of him disrespecting her, lying to her, and trying to flip it on her when she confronted him. "I know you were with her last night, just admit it!" she said, following close on his heel

"Fine! I had a few drinks with some guys from work and she just so happened to be there. Nothing happened."

"Oh yeah? Then what is that on your neck?" she pointed out, the evidence of his dishonesty clear as day before her eyes.

He turned, his dark eyes almost black with rage "I'm telling you this for your own good, leave it the fuck alone Syd." He said lowly

They had reached the top of the stairs and she grabbed ahold of his shirt, turning him around to face her "Did you sleep with her?" she demanded, looking him dead in the eye

The Lone Wolf crossed his arms across his massive tattooed chest "You want to know so damn bad? Fine. Yes. I spent the night fucking Alexa's brains out and loved every second of it." He seethed, a nasty smile on his face

She shoved him with all her might. His 6'8 frame barely moved

"Don't fucking touch me like that again." He threatened "It's not my fault you can't handle the truth. If you hadn't been acting like a fidget bitch, I wouldn't of had to sleep with her. There. That's what you wanted right? Honesty? Are you fucking satisfied now?"

Her hand connected with a slap that seemed to radiate through her whole body. His head snapped to the side from the impact and for a moment, yes, she felt satisfaction. All the lying. All the heartache of knowing that little bitch was trying to sleep with him and him trying to make her believe that he wanted nothing to do with Alexa made her boil with anger. She knew better. A woman's intuition spoke volumes.

"I fucking hate you." she hissed, refusing to let him see her hurt

Everything happened so fast that she barely remembered

His hands shot out with the lightning speed. She hardly had time to register her thoughts, nothing but a small yelp escaping her lips before she fell backwards, tumbling down the flight of stairs.

It seemed like she was falling forever, her head seemingly hitting what seemed like every step on the way down, not ceasing until she finally reached the bottom, her head cracking against the cold linoleum floor.

The world around her went black.