"Randy Orton has been spotted holding hands and kissing a woman this week at a WWE Live event. Is it possible that this girl is the reason for his divorce? The girl has been identified as one of Randy Orton's close friends, could it be possible that they were closer than Samantha thought?'

Alexa scrolled down the article, there was a picture of Randy kissing her hand in the car out front of one of the hotels they had stayed at last week and there was a second one of Randy with his hand on Alexa's lower back whispering something into her ear as she smiled. Alexa scrolled down more, she knew she should have probably stopped reading the article the second the words 'Did Randy Orton have a Mistress?' appeared at the top of her Facebook timeline but she couldn't close the article.

"She's a home wrecker."

"How could she just sleep with someone's husband like that?"

"There's no way the two of them weren't sleeping together during his marriage. This relationship pops up less than a month before Samantha and Randy's divorce is final? I don't believe they were just friends. This girl is disrespectful, think of how many times she was with Sam and Randy. Sam probably trusted her and this is how they repay her? Such a disgrace."

Alexa angrily closed the article and tossed her phone to the side before standing up from the bed and running her hands through her hair while pacing back and forth. She needed to calm herself down, she and Randy had discussed this, she knew people were going to come up with assumptions about their relationship; but that didn't make those words any less hurtful.

"What's wrong girl?" John asked as he emerged from the bathroom to see a clearly stressed Alexa pacing in front of her and Randy's bed.

"Apparently I'm 'such a disgrace''', she sighed. "I don't understand how people can say things that aren't true. How can they just report things that they know nothing about?"

John walked over to Alexa and put his hands on her shoulders, "They're called dirt sheets for a reason Alexa, they're dirt, they mean nothing and they're usually all lies. You're going to be in them for as long as you and Randy are together."

Alexa took a deep breath and shook her head as she sat down on the bed, "You're right, they're just lies. I know that we did nothing wrong."

"Do you believe that or are you still trying to convince yourself of that?" John asked as he took a seat next to her.

"I know that," she said. "But what if we're out and someone says something to me?"

"You ignore it," he shrugged. "Randy or I will make it a point to be with you."

Before Alexa could reply the hotel room door opened and a sweaty Randy walked in immediately putting his attention on Alexa and John sitting on the bed.

"What happened?" he asked as he made his way over to them.

"She read her first dirt sheet article," John answered.

Randy sighed, "Which one?"

"There's more than one?" Alexa asked, surprised.

"I've read a few, some good and some bad," he nodded.

Alexa picked up her phone and loaded up the article she read, "It's not even the article, it's the comments that are hurtful," she said as she handed the phone to Randy.

"You read the comments?" John asked, getting a nod from Alexa. "Reading the articles is one thing but you never ever read the comments. Half those girls are probably mad because they're not banging Orton and you are."

Randy finished reading the article and handed Alexa's phone to her, "Those people know nothing about us, please don't let them upset you."

Alexa shrugged, "I'm banging you and they aren't."

"Yeah, that too," he smiled before leaning down to kiss her before making his way to the bathroom to shower.

At the sound of her text alert going off Alexa looked down at her phone, 'I think we need to talk.'

"And today just keeps getting better," Alexa mistakenly said out loud.

"What now?" John asked.

She sighed and turned her phone so John could see, "Damn," he sighed. "You gonna tell Randy?"

"I guess," she said as she looked down at the text message. "Let me go call her while he's in the shower."

"Wait, you're actually going to talk to her right now?" John asked as he and Alexa both stood up.

"I have to John," she shrugged. "She and I were friends too. Not as close as I was with Randy though so I can only imagine what she's thinking right now. It took her a while to be okay with how close he and I were and now this," she said as she gestured between herself and the bathroom door. "Doesn't look too good."

"I'm just saying she filed for divorce; she left him. Why does she deserve an explanation?"

"Like I said, she and I were friends too." John nodded in response before Alexa turned to make her way out onto the balcony before turning around once more, "Don't tell him who I'm on the phone with please."

"You're calling your mom, right?" John smiled.

Alexa smiled back and nodded before opening the door and stepping out onto the balcony. They were in Tampa today and the weather was fairly nice. Alexa closed the door behind her and took a seat in one of the chairs. Her finger hovered over the call button for a few seconds before she finally mustered up the courage to click it, she put the phone up to her ear and didn't have to wait long to hear something from the other end.

"You called me pretty quick," she heard Samantha say. "I thought you would take a while."

"We have to talk eventually," she shrugged.

There was a long silence on between the two before Sam finally broke it, asking the question Alexa was waiting for.

"Has there always been something there between the two of you?"

"No, I swear. He and I didn't start feeling anything for each other until about five months ago and we didn't act on those feelings until a week ago. We were both kind of surprised by it."

"Not as surprised as I was to wake up to one of my friends texting me a picture of my ex-husband as his best friend making out against his car," Alexa could tell Samantha was trying to stay calm but the venom in her voice was too hard for her to mask.

"One of us should have told you," Alexa nodded.

"Were you guys just going to show up here to pick up Alanna this weekend like nothing was going on?"

"We knew we had to tell you, we just didn't know how or when. All we knew was that we wanted it to be in person."

"You wanted it to be in person but yet in a week you two have been caught together in public more than Randy and I had during our entire marriage. Maybe you two could have been more discreet until people knew. Which by the way, have either of you thought about how you're going to explain this to Alanna?"

"We were just going to sit her down sometime this weekend and tell her the truth. Honestly Sam, I've been her life since she was born I really don't think that it's going to affect her the way you think it's going to."

"Oh it's not?" Samantha laughed. "A woman, who she knows as 'daddy's best friend' and her 'Auntie Lexa' is now 'daddy's girlfriend'."

"Do you want to tell her then?" Alexa said, growing frustrated. "Or would you rather me not be there this weekend? Please, tell me what Samantha wants."

"I just want the damn truth," she snapped. "I divorce my husband and then the same day I find out he's in a relationship with someone who he claims to have been just friends with for the past five years. So tell me the truth Alexa, all those girls coming in and out of his hotel rooms all those nights; I bet you were the only consistent one."

Alexa stood up from her chair, Sam had officially pushed her over the edge, "I already told you he and I didn't start having feelings for each other until recently. And if you must know all the details the first time I was in his bed was at his house, last weekend before we came on the road. If you don't want to believe that then fine, that's your choice but you will not sit here and make me feel bad for being with Randy. You and he are not married anymore, he was a single man and he was free to be with whoever he wanted."

"I don't want you around Alanna this weekend. I'll call Randy and let him know what time he can pick her up. Make sure you're not there," Sam said before hanging up on Alexa.

Alexa placed her phone on the table next to her before running her hands through her hair and sighing. She placed her hands on the balcony in front of her and stared down at the street and buildings below her.

"You look awfully stressed after that phone call with your mom," she heard Randy say as he came behind Alexa, placing his chin on his shoulder and his hands on her hips.

"It was Sam," Alexa sighed before turning around to look at Randy, leaning her back against the railing of the balcony.

"Sam? As in my ex-wife?" Randy asked, earning a head nod from Alexa. "She called you?"

"She text me and said we needed to talk to I called her," she said. "She doesn't believe you and I weren't screwing each other while you were married. She doesn't want me around Alanna either."

"She can't make that decision," Randy said as he stood up straight. "You've been in Alanna's life since she was born and she expecting to see you this weekend," Randy reached in his back pocket and pulled out his phone.

"Randy it's fine, she's hurt right now. It's just one weekend."

"No," he shook his head. "It's not fine at all." Randy pressed the call button on his phone and hit the speakerphone button. He wanted to make sure Alexa heard everything for herself.

"Didn't take her long to tattle on me," Samantha said as she answered the phone. "I made my decision Randy."

"Alexa will be there this week," he said. "Alanna is expecting her to be there and she asked her to have a spa day with her like they always do. We agreed on not changing anything else in Alanna's life, we're not taking Alexa out of it."

"I can't have my daughter around a home wrecker," Samantha shrugged.

Alexa shook her head and held back tears as she made her way back inside, leaving Randy alone to talk to Samantha.

"Watch what the fuck you say Samantha," Randy had been trying to remain calm through all the things he had been seeing and hearing about Alexa this last week but Sam had been the last straw. "Alexa did nothing wrong. When you and I were married she was just a friend. She was there for me. She was there for you. She was there for Alanna. She never snuck around with me, she was never one of the girls I cheated on you with, she hated me every time I brought one to my hotel room. She's the one that got me to stop cheating on you." Randy took a deep breath and dropped the volume of his voice, "I kissed her first Sam, I told her I wanted to be with her first, I asked her to be with me; she was just going to keep her feelings to herself and hope they went away. If you want to hate someone throughout all this mess then hate me. You may not disrespect Alexa again and she will be there this weekend when I have Alanna."

Sam was quiet for a few seconds before quietly saying, "I'll see you tomorrow." She hung up the phone and Randy couldn't help but have a cocky smirk on his face.

I smirk which fell the second he remembered he had a hurt girlfriend inside his hotel room. As he made his way inside he looked around in confusion, "Where did Alexa go?"

"Oh, she said something about going to talk to Jon or Joe, one of them and then she left," he said, not taking his eyes off the TV.

"And you just let her leave while she was upset?" Randy shrugged.

"She was upset?" he said, taking his eyes off of the TV and looking at Randy.

"Yeah," he said as he pulled his phone back out of his pocket. "Sam called her a home wrecker," he said before placing the phone to his ear and hearing both the sound of the phone ringing and Alexa's ringtone going off. "Shit," Randy said as he went out onto the balcony and picked up Alexa's phone, ending the call from his. "Of course she doesn't have her phone," he walked back into the hotel room.

"She went to talk to her friends, I don't think there's anything to worry about," John said. "Let her vent to them and maybe she'll feel better."

Randy squeezed the phone in his hands, willing himself to calm down. The events of the past week were beginning to wear him thin and he really didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to put up with it. He placed the phone on the bed before snatching his gym bag from the closet.

"You went to the gym already," John said.

"I need to go again," Randy said through clenched teeth before leaving the hotel room.

"Oh my god I'm not going to get a break today," John said as he turned off the TV and grabbed his gym bag before leaving to make sure his friend didn't destroy the gym.