The next morning Juliette was laying in bed. She knew she should've called and told Frank her cover had been blown but she didn't care about that. She was devastated. She knew there was no chance of ever getting John back. She'd spent most of the night crying. There was a knock at her door. She went downstairs.

"John is that you?" She asked.

"It's Stephanie Mcmahon." She said from the other door. Juliette opened the door.

"John turned me in?"

"Yes he did."

"Would you like you come in?"

"No." "I would just like to say who the hell do you think you are?" She said angrily. "Coming into my families' business and deceiving us all like that." "You should be ashamed of yourself." "I never want to see you near a WWE arena again." "No matter what city we're in security will have instructions to remove you from the premises on sight." "By the way I talked to Frank Smutz this morning." "Your boss." "He's expecting you in an hour and he's very angry." "I hope you get everything you deserve."

"Stephanie for what it's worth, I'm sorry." Stephanie just walked away.

An hour later she went to The New York Post. She went into Frank's office and shut the door.

"I should've known you would buckle under the pressure." He said. "Do you know how bad you made the paper and me look?" "It's also my understanding that you slept with him." "That you two we're quite the couple." "I'm not surprised though." "Weak bitches like you have trouble keeping their legs closed."

"I don't care you are my boss." "How dare you speak to me that way."

"I'm not longer your boss." "You're fired."

"You're a pathetic asshole." She left slamming the door behind her.

Later that night Juliette was at home. There was another knock on the door. She answered it. It was Sarah. They hugged. Juliette started sobbing.

"Aw." Sarah said. "It's ok." "Shh, shh, it's ok."

Juliette calmed down after a couple minutes.

"So you got fired?" Sarah asked.

"Yeah." "I don't even care about that." "I just want John back." "That will ever happen though." "He hates me." "Not that I blame him." "I'm thinking about moving."

"Moving?" "We've lived in New York City our whole lives."

"I know but if I'm ever going to get over John I need a fresh start." "A new life."

Two weeks later Juliette got a job at The Washington Post. She'd tried calling John but every time she did she got this recording. "The number you are calling has been disconnected or is no long in service." He'd even blocked her on Facebook and Twitter. Juliette had just gotten to her new apartment. She started her new job tomorrow. She was unpacking. The first thing she pulled out was Winnie. She hugged it and broke into tears.

Later that night John had done what he'd done every night after the show since breaking up with Juliette. He went to the bar and got drunk. Tonight he brought a woman back to his hotel with him. She was kissing his neck.

"Oh Juliette." He moaned. The woman stopped.

"That's not my name." The woman left.

"I have to stop doing this." He thought. "The Juliette I knew was a lie." "It wasn't real." "Nothing was real." "She never loved me." "Why do I miss her so much?" "Why can't I stop loving her?"