A/N: Hey everyone – I'm kimgray or better known as co-author with PixieDust529. This is an original story idea of mine that she's helping out on. It's drawn from a little personal experience of being a young divorcee but without the abuse. Please read and review. Tell me you love it…tell me you hate it…just tell me something. I own nothing but Mollie.

The driver pulled up to the expansive mansion inside the gated community. John Cena peered outside the window and looked at his house.

"God, it's good to be home," he said.

He got out and tipped the driver, then pulled his bags from the trunk of the car and started inside. He wondered why his wife didn't come to the airport and pick him up. She usually did, especially since he had just returned home from WWE's two week trek through Europe. He slipped in through the garage and left his bags in a heap in the kitchen.

"Liz!!" he hollered through the house. "I'm home." Still nothing. He thought she might have been picked up by a friend for lunch or something, but he hoped she was home. This had been a particularly grueling trip – matches were changed last minute because of injuries, lost luggage, flight delays, etc. – so he had never been more happy to be home than right then.

He grabbed his cell phone and started to dial her number when he heard the familiar ring tone in the house. "I knew she had to be home," he said to himself as he got up from his chair and walked toward their bedroom.

The door was shut, which was very uncharacteristic. Maybe she's asleep, he thought. He opened the door slowly to keep from possibly waking her. That's when he saw it. That's when he saw his wife of less than a year with another man.

He stood in complete shock for a moment. He didn't know how to react, whether to just walk away or to violently yank her off of that man and find out what was going on. He observed them for a few moments, not making a sound, until he finally cleared his throat.

Liz turned around, in horror to see her husband staring at her. "John," she whispered in fear.

John first turned his attention to the man lying in his bed. "Get the hell out of my house…"

The man, obviously scared out of his mind and clueless as to what woman he was screwing, threw on his clothes and ran. Then he turned his attention to Liz.

"How could you?" he asked, fighting back tears.

"John, let me explain…" she ran after him after throwing on a nearby robe.

"Explain?! Explain what? I saw what I need to see," John yelled.

"Don't tell me that you aren't screwing around on me while you're on the road, John! I'm not stupid," she retorted.

That dug him to the bone. While he did have every opportunity to do just that, he had never once cheated on her.

"Elizabeth," he said with an eerily calm tone, "I don't know what those wedding vows meant to you but they were sacred to me. I love you…and this is how you repay me?"

"But John," she tried to say. She knew this time there would be no reunions…no "I'm sorry"…no batting of her eyes and everything would be ok.

"I want you out of my house…" he whispered, still remaining surprisingly calm.

"But…" she tried to say once again.

"Elizabeth…I want you out of my house." With that, he turned from her and walked toward the garage.

He grabbed the first set of keys he could find to the closest car and left the house with screeching tires. His mind raced a hundred miles an hour.

How could she does this to him? Sure, while out on the road he was granted every opportunity to cheat on her but he didn't. Why? Because he loved her. He didn't want his marriage to end up in shambles like his parents. He wanted to be different. He wanted a love that would last forever.

Where would he go? The first person that popped into his mind was Adam "Edge" Copeland. He grabbed his cell and dialed Adam's number.

"Hey Cena," Adam answered.

"Are you home?" John asked.

"Yeah, I just got here. What's up?"

John sighed. "I need a place to crash. Long story…"

Adam replied, "Sure dude. You know you're welcome here anytime."

John said, "Thanks. I'll be there in about fifteen minutes." He then hung up the phone and drove. He wasn't sure what he was going to do next, but he knew one thing. Liz was going to be gone from his life. No way would he go back to a cheating wife.

He pulled up at Adam's home and got out. He didn't even take time to pack a bag, but at the moment he didn't care. He just had to get away as fast as he could.

He walked into Adam's house to find him at his laptop taking care of a stack of bills. Adam looked up and saw John's face. He knew it had to be bad.

"Dude, you look like hell. What happened? I thought you'd be all over Liz right now as long as we were gone," Adam tried to joke.

"I…uh…" John stammered. "She's kept herself occupied while I was gone."

"What?" Adam asked.

"I found her in our bed with another guy…" John said, fighting back tears of hurt and anger.

"Oh my God…you're kidding me!" Adam exclaimed.

"I wish I were," John muttered as he helped himself to a beer in Adam's fridge.

Adam, who was infamous for his affair with Amy "Lita" Dumas and the aftermath of it with Matt Hardy, stayed silent. He knew the temptations of the road, but he hadn't dealt with coming home and seeing infidelity right before his eyes.

"You know you're welcome to stay here as long as you want," he offered John.

"I know and I appreciate that. I'll have to talk to her tomorrow. I just couldn't tonight – without the possibility of being carted off to jail for murder," John half-smiled. Adam knew it was just the pain talking.

John finished his beer in silence and threw away the bottle. He turned to Adam, "I've got such a headache right now. Mind if I go crash in a guest room for a while."

"Sure…what do you want me to do if she calls or comes by?" Adam asked.

"I don't know… tell her I'll talk to her tomorrow. Just not today…" John sighed as he walked toward Adam's spare bedroom. He walked into the sparsely furnished room and sat down on the bed. He put his head in his hands and rubbed his temples, hoping that the throbbing pain would subside. He took off his shoes and cap and lay down on top of the covers. Maybe a dark room with no sound or light would help.

John finally drifted off for a short nap but was awaken by the vibrating cell phone in his pocket. He knew she'd call sooner or later.

He looked at the number and immediately hit ignore. Not today, he thought.

He lay in bed a little while longer looking at the ceiling. His mind wandered through memories of all the years he and Liz had been together – all the good times, the bad, the fights, the love. How could she have thrown it all away?

He got up and walked back into the living room. Adam was on the phone with who sounded to be Liz.

"Liz," Adam tried to say. "Liz! I don't think you two need to talk or see each other right now." It appeared that he was getting an ear full. "But…"

"Let me talk to her," John whispered. Adam reluctantly handed the phone to him. "Liz," he started.

"John…baby…please come back home and talk to me," she pleaded.

"I'm coming to pack my suitcase. That's all…" he told her.

"You just got home," she said. "Where are you going now?"

"It's none of your damn business," he flatly replied. "I'm coming to get my stuff and that's all." He hung up the phone.

"What are you going to do?" Adam asked.

"I'm gonna go crash at my Dad's for a few days," John replied. "I have to meet Vince in Stamford anyway in a couple of days so it's fine."

"Let me know if you need anything," Adam said.

"I appreciate it," John replied with a handshake and a hug. With that, he got back into his car and drove home.

He pulled in and took a deep breath before walking in the door. He walked right past Liz in the kitchen and headed to their room. The thought of walking back into their bedroom after what he had just seen made him physically ill. He persevered and pulled out a smaller suitcase from the closet. He proceeded to fill it with just the bare essentials. He didn't even notice Liz had followed him in and was leaning on the door frame.

"Can you please talk to me?" she whimpered. John turned to her and could see her tear-stained face.

He replied, fighting back tears of his own, "I don't think there's anything to discuss."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Sorry is not going to cut it this time. You'll hear from my attorney, and I want you out of this house in two weeks," he ordered her. He walked right past her once again and got back into the car. He headed for the airport to get the first flight back to West Newbury.