There was no way that Layne wasn't going to be ringside for the match. In fact, she came out with the guys. Roman glanced at her several times to try and gauge what was actually going to happen in their conversation later, but to no avail. Instead he just continued with his entrance, stopping only at the apron to point at the floor, and her. She knew he was telling her not to get involved and let them handle it. She stared at him, almost defiantly, and then nodded. Seth and Dean gave her the thumbs up and continued into the ring.

Layne had changed out of her jeans, and into a pair of black leather booty shorts with laces on the side. Her boots went to her knees, and instead of changing out of her Roman Empire shirt, she had tied it snugly at her navel. Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She perched on the ring ledge, her hands on the top rope as the guys had a quick pow-wow. Roman stepped back and pointed back down to the floor. She wrinkled her nose at him. "I'm fine." She replied. He snorted at her and then turned back to the match at hand.

It wasn't hard to tell how that match was going to go. Three on one is a pretty heavy handicap, after all. Braun got the beating he deserved, but he did manage to pound on the guys quite a bit. At the end, Layne got onto the top rope, and just as Roman turned around, she delivered a coup de grace to Braun, a homage to Finn Balor, who had helped train her. Dean pushed her to Roman when she got up and made the pin. Landing fully into the Samoan, she looked up to see a none too happy look on his face. "I told you to stay out there, on the floor." He murmured, guiding her towards the ring apron again. "I've never been very good at listening to you." She replied, with a grin. Of course, the guys were called the winners, and the match was done, but this wasn't going to be the end of things. The crowd had the taste of getting The Shield back, and now they wanted it back for more than one time. Besides, Braun and Roman's feud was hardly over.

Layne changed back into her jeans, and was leaning against the wall outside the parking area. Roman paused, watching her, and adjusted the black duffel bag around his shoulder and side. Finally, he approached her. "So... about that talk." He said, quietly. She glanced up at him. "Yeah, it's that time, isn't it?" She replied. He nodded at her. "I brought an Uber, so, how about your truck?" He gestured at it parked along the way. Layne dug out her keys and handed them to him. Once inside, and he was backing them out, she glanced over to see Alexa Bliss watching them from the loading dock - she didn't look too happy. "What's that all about?" She asked. Roman paused, glancing over, and then shrugged. "No idea, babe." He replied, simply. Then, they were gone from the arena.

The hotel room was nice... and it had been the first time they'd share one. Even before, Layne had never spilled into physical cheating, at least not sexually. Had they kissed, yes. Beyond that? No. Not while she was engaged to James. Now that it was over, well, that would be another story. Maybe. Roman tossed his bag at the foot of the king sized bed and settled on the end of it with a sigh, running a large hand through his still damp hair. Layne pulled the chair from the desk and sat across from him. "Before you start... I need you to know something." He began. Layne frowned a little and tilted her head. "Yeah, sure. Go for it." She replied. Roman took a deep breath. "I didn't know that you were ever coming back, or if when you did, you would have married him." He paused, watching her. "So, I started seeing Alexa." Layne's eyes narrowed slightly. "So, you really did have an idea why she didn't look so happy with us at the arena." She said. He hesitated, and then nodded at her. "Yeah, but I didn't know how to explain it right then and there." - Layne took a breath and closed her eyes. "When you say seeing... Roman..." She trailed off. His steely gaze went to the floor, and Layne nodded. "Right then. " She stood, and grabbed her jacket. "Layne... don't." Roman stood, reaching for her arm. She pulled it away. "I thought that you might have faith in me, a little patience. For fucks sake, Roman, I wasn't gone that long. But it was still too long for you, wasn't it?" She demanded. He looked crestfallen. "That wasn't it at all. I just figured you chose to get married, and didn't owe me any excuse or explanation, Layne. " He tried to explain. Layne just didn't want to hear it, not then. "No... you just couldn't be patient and believe me when I told you I loved you." She shot back, before she disappeared out the door.