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Chapter 4 - All Goes Down

Her closed eyelids felt the morning sun touch to her displeasure. The cracks in the blinds allowed the sun to enter in the dark bedroom. Tangled in the sheets, the platinum blonde groaned in disbelief - it couldn't already be morning - and covered her face with the long blankets.

Maryse did not want to wake up one more time and realize the mess she was into wasn't only a nightmare - a very dark nightmare. Waking up to the reality wouldn't fix her situation. Waking up would only make the situation nastiest, not better.

When Maryse thought a few more minutes of sleep would happen - a few more minutes far away from the ugly truth -, someone pulled the comfy blankets, uncovering her body. A very uncomfortable wave of cold slide into her.

- It had already spent three days - Natalya muttered in a bad mood. Three days since Maryse occupied her bedroom without her authorization - she simple got into the room, banished Tyson and took it over.

Maryse grabbed the blankets and tried to push them back to her now cold body, but Nattie was stronger than her. It was not a fair battle.

- Please, leave me alone - Maryse grumbled, covering her face with the pillow. She wasn't going to get back to her sleep. People better watch out because her foul mood would be a lot worse that day.

- Tyson wants to return to his room and I want you to return to yours.

Natalya opened the blinds, which were covering the bedroom windows, obscuring Maryse's vision. It was a dream to be awakened by Natalya Neidhart - yes, the French-Canadian was being sarcastic; the most sarcastic she could be.

- I used the word "please" - Maryse said only to be ignored. Nattie went on with her task, which was to illuminate the bedroom. - At least remember that I'm sick.

- You are not sick - Natalya exclaimed losing her patience. - You want everyone to think you have a contagious disease, and that I'm the only person who can take care of you because I already had that same disease, to not face your problems. Which if I can recall right, you brought them to yourself.

- Stop judging me - Maryse whined. She shut her eyes. However the simple gesture wasn't enough to block the sun.

Natalya took a deep breath, desperate with Maryse's behavior. The platinum blonde could be such a baby sometimes.

- I'm not judging you. I'm telling you the truth. You locked yourself in my bedroom to not face Mike, Michelle and Ted. You are running away from the mess you made.

- I'm in your bedroom because I'm sick. - The set of words offered her an askance glance by Nattie. - And because I need to decide with whom I'm going to speak first.

- I think you should go speak with Mike - Nattie recommended. During those three days, the only reason Maryse hadn't seen him was because he was promoting WWE. However, he was returning and it would be hard for Maryse to disregard her boyfriend as she did it with the other people. - You should have already broken up with him, but today still is a good day to share with him the news. He hasn't found about your betrayal yet.

- However, Michelle knows and when she hears about our break up, she is going to tell him about Ted.

- So, speak first with Michelle and try to be friends with her. She asked me about your well-being. - Maryse rolled her eyes and then gave Natalya a look as she was a maniac who needed to be hospitalized in a madhouse. She and Michelle would never be friends. Not in this life and not in the next one. - Fine! Do whatever you wish, but I want you out of my bedroom.

- I thought we were friends. - Maryse sat and faced Nattie.

The French-Canadian constant whining was annoying Natalya more than she would have ever thought it was possible. Was she a bad friend? The answer was very clear: no, she was not a bad friend; she was a tired friend who was listening to Maryse complaining about her problems for three days in a row and acting as a three year old toddler - a woman in her late twenties saying she thought they were friends.

- We are friends. - Natalya picked her purse and started making her away out of the room. - However, I want my bedroom back and my boyfriend is tired of sleeping on Dave's bedroom floor because of your absent sickness.

A beat later, when Maryse heard the front door slamming, she let her body hit the comfortable bed. Her long platinum blonde hair scattered around the bed mattress.

Three days had spent and she was still without knowing what to do - Nattie could have been a little bit more helpful.

At this point, Maryse didn't know if there was something she could do to keep her affair quiet.

The silent room welcomed the sound of her cell phone ringing. Picking her eyes up from her ceiling, she connected them with the cell phone on the bedside table. She extended her hand and wrapped her fingers around the small machine. She saw written, amongst the screen, Ted's name.

The platinum blonde sighed and then sat upright on the bed. For the first time since her "sickness", Maryse decided to answer a call directed to her. She was going to speak with him first and hopefully get out of the mess she was into.

Fifteen minutes later after calling Maryse, Ted DiBiase was standing inside Natalya's bedroom. He waited until the path was free to make his way through to hall to visit Maryse.

It had been a while since he saw or speak with the platinum blonde. Days ago she sent him a message telling to not get worried with her. It was difficult to not get worried when Maryse was sick and only Natalya could be with her. And it was even harder to not be able to ask about her to her friends without sound doubtful - for them Maryse and Ted were simple coworkers.

Ted had found the situation strange at least. However his concerns, didn't allow his brain to work out and see the lie behind Maryse's words.

- I was worried sick about you. - Carefully, he placed a tender kiss on her forehead and then sat at her side on the bed. - Why didn't you answer my calls?

Such an easy question with a difficult answer, Maryse thought and her lips drew a smile. How to explain Ted she didn't answer his calls because didn't want to face him - or anyone else, if it matters? How awful would it sound?

Taking another deep breath - how many had she taken since woke up that morning? -, the stunning woman didn't offer him an answer. She didn't want to hurt Ted. She didn't want to disappoint him.

Gathering strength, Maryse went straight to the point, tired of delaying the conversation:

- Michelle knows about us. - Ted was taken by surprise. His eyes widened in astonishment. - I don't know how she found out, but she knows about us.

- Did she tell you it? - Ted questioned not feeling as much preoccupied as it was expected. The French-Canadian shook with her heard negatively. - If she didn't tell you, how can you to be sure?

- Ted, she knows it - Maryse exclaimed exasperated - and she is going to tell Mike.

- Will it be so bad? - Ted whispered and rose up from the bed. He folded his arms across his chest. Facing the sexiest of sexy, Ted repeated the question loud: - Will it be so terrible if Michelle tells Mike about us?

- It will be a catastrophe. - The platinum blonde bit her lower lip to not scream at Ted. Was he serious? Didn't he see the consequences brought to their side if Michelle revealed Mike about their affair?

- A catastrophe that could be avoided if you listened to me since the beginning and had left Mike. People would never think you were the reason my marriage is over.

- Natalya asked me if you got divorced because of me. - Ted sent her a stern look. Maryse bit her bottom lip again. Ted did not know she had confessed Natalya about their not so secret affair. She shouldn't have told him it. Nevertheless, it was too late now. - She is my best friend and I needed to speak with someone.

Ted brushed his hand through his short hair. His eyes connected with hers only to see despair and preoccupation. Why wasn't he feeling the same?

Shaking his head in disbelief, Ted twisted his body and walked towards the bedroom window. While he observed the view, questions were running through his troubled mind: For how long did Michelle know about them? Couldn't Maryse simple speak with Michelle to make sure she knows? Why haven't she already broken up with Mike if was so sure about Michelle going to reveal him it? In the middle of all those questions, one he didn't want to believe appeared: was Maryse concerned about the scandal - because it would be a scandal if their coworkers knew about their affair - or with the idea of leaving Mike? After asking her so many times to leave her boyfriend, the doubt increased.

The next set of words he was going to pronounce would open deep wounds in their forbidden relationship:

- First you didn't want to break up with Mike because I'm getting divorced. When I'm finally divorced you want to wait so people won't think I got divorced because of you. - Ted turned around to face Maryse. The seed of doubt was planted in Ted's mind. - If you are so sure Michelle knows, why can't you simply break up with him? Do you want to make another excuse?

- Do you think it has been easy for me? - Maryse yelled not realizing someone could hear her outside. - It isn't easy for me to be with Mike - how she hated to feel his touch - when I all I want to do is to be with you?

- Was it all a game for you? You were too bored and decided to choose a fool to fall in your little games? - Ted queried. That was the moment when wounds were opened. Wounds that would be hard to seal. - Did you ever think about leaving Mike?

The blonde remained in silenced. Those words pierced her heart. He doubted her feelings for him. He was thinking all those months were a game and he was a piece, a simple toy with whom she had fun with. Could Maryse have always been wrong about him? Her eyes were watery, but she refused to cry in front of this man

Not saying another word, Ted walked out of the bedroom, leaving platinum blonde alone. He slammed the door. Ted didn't care anymore if people would know about them or not. After all, it was pretty much over wasn't it? She didn't deny his accusations. She simple stood there watching him, without sharing a word.

Feeling shaky, the platinum blonde broke down in tears. She wanted to be with Ted. How could he think her feelings weren't real? Maryse covered her face with her hands hiding the tears rolling down from her hazel eyes.

Ted DiBiase was angry. So furious, he couldn't recall how he had arrived inside the metallic elevator. He remembered leaving Maryse - her watery eyes fighting to not cry while he was there - and then being inside the elevator.

He leaned his back against the walls and his eyes observed the ceiling. If regret could kill…he wouldn't be killed. He didn't regret, neither felt guilty, of the time spent with Maryse. He was furious at her - nothing more, nothing less. If the vicious women had told him once she would leave Mike without asking for more time, his state of spirit would be a lot better - he wouldn't have so many dugouts.

As he didn't need to be alone, the elevator stopped to allow someone to enter. His eyes travelled from the ceiling to the person standing at his front.

The World if full of coincidences! Eve entered inside the elevator. The woman, who made Maryse to show her jealous side, was going to share the elevator with him.

- Hi - Eve complimented. Ted nodded his head, saluting her back. Her green eyes were bright and she was showing him a white pearl smile. Too bad he couldn't feel happy as her.

The doors closed leaving the two alone. It was being a silent ride, until Eve spoke: - I was thinking about Saturday and there is something I want to ask you.

Ted nodded his head again as to tell her to go on. Being pleasant when all he wanted to do was to rip something in half was difficult.

- I wanted to know if you have something to do this Saturday? - the Latina asked embarrassed.

Ted knew where the question would lead, but his foul mood didn't stop Eve. Shouldn't he tell her about being seeing someone else? About seeing someone who had a boyfriend. Well, after their discussion it wouldn't mind anymore because Ted was sure that he and Maryse were finished - they were, right?

- I thought we could go out together after the show.

Not taking a second to think about the answer, Ted responded the unthinkable: "Yes".