Thankfully, AJ and I were the ones that drove to the restaurant. She followed me to the house for some quality girl time.

"I can't believe the audacity of those two." I fumed as soon as I got out of the vehicle and slammed the car door.

"Place holder? Seriously?" AJ huffed.

Brie and Bryan were cuddling on the couch, watching TV, when we came in. Brie looked over at AJ then back at me, obviously confused at the situation.

"Dinner didn't go well?" She asked.

"Understatement." I replied.

AJ and I began to fill them in on the night's events. Bryan stroked his beard, looking at us thoughtfully. The more we talked, the bigger Brie's eyes got.

"Are you kidding me? In the middle of the restaurant?" She asked.

"It was humiliating." AJ said.

"Humiliating? That's nothing. They should just be happy I didn't kick both of their asses." I irritatedly stated.

I put on a fresh pot of coffee and rubbed my temples. I sighed softly, shrugging my shoulders.

"How was your night?" I asked.

"Great, actually. The girls are fantastic." Bryan told me.

"We played a few board games and Bryan read them a story." Brie told me.

I could see how much it meant to Brie that the night went as well as it did. She often spoke of a future with Bryan, settling down and having kids some day. To her, this was the first step in seeing how their future could be. And from the look in both of their eyes tonight, it was indeed a success.

Phil called both of our phones, which we ignored. I was mildly surprised and annoyed that Jon hadn't called or texted. Neither man was dumb enough to come to the house to talk.

"Don't get mad at me for saying this, Jessie, but I feel for Mox on this." Bryan told me.

"You are seriously sticking up for him?" I asked.

"Men stick together, you know this." AJ told me.

"No, it isn't that. Moxley loves you. The entire locker room knows this. And in his eyes, tonight he was defending the woman that he loves." Bryan told me.

I pressed my lips together, looking over at Brie for her thoughts. She gave me a gentle smile and nodded in agreement.

My phone began to play a familiar ringtone, but it wasn't either of the guys. I hurried to answer, a lump of fear forming in my throat. My sister, Sarah. Something had to be wrong for her to call this late.

Sarah was a very successful writer, still living in Boston. She had gotten married to a male model last year. I envied my beautiful sister with her seemingly perfect life and easy going nature.

"Sarah, what's wrong?" I asked as I answered the phone.

I could hear her heavy sobs on the line before she spoke. "Can I come stay with you for a while?"

"You know you can. What happened?"

"My husband is a bastard, that's what happened." Mixture of pain and anger broke through her sobs.

Everything came spilling out rather quickly. Roger had been behaving differently the last few months, they had been arguing more lately. Then tonight, she found him in bed with another model.

"Of course you can stay here. You do know that I'm not going to be in Chicago much." I informed her.

"Maybe I could come with you? I won't be a bother. I can help with the girls." She offered.

"Oh, Sarah, I can't ask you to do that."

"Why not? I can write from anywhere in the world. There's nothing in Boston for me right now. Please?"

"Don't beg." I told her. "Want to meet me in St. Louis for Raw?"

"Thank you, Jessie! Love you."

"Love you too."

I frowned as I hung up the phone. We all have problems, I don't know why I would think that Sarah would be the exception. Maybe there is no such thing as perfect. Striving for such a thing only leads to misery.

"Sorry about that." I apologized.

"Can I give you my full opinion?" Bryan asked.

"By all means, please." I encouraged.

"I have to say that I think Moxley was on the mark. Punk does use everything in his arsenal to make sure that you are always available to him and now someone has come along that could change that." Bryan stated.

"Well, I think he was way off base." AJ pursed her lips together. "Punk and I are together. He has no need to keep Jessie on a leash."

"He always has." Brie told her. "Why should this time be any different?"

"Because what we have is real." AJ insisted.

I rolled my eyes. That's a phrase I had heard a lot from women regarding Phil over the years. "You know this after a month?" I asked.

When AJ's face contorted, I felt sick to my stomach. "It has only been a month, right? Since April?"

Phil told me that it was over during Wrestlemania weekend. I had been too brokenhearted at the time to ask how long he had been thinking about leaving me. It never occurred to me that he might have been seeing AJ before he dumped me.

"Actually, this is where I become the villain in your story." AJ told me, putting the coffee cup on the table and standing up. "We've been seeing each other behind your back since the beginning of the year. It just took me four months to convince him to leave you."

Another fragment of my damaged heart broke away. I stared inexplicably at the tiny woman, looking for a hint that she was joking around. She wasn't. A bubble of the combined mixture of pain, anger, and confusion burst like a dam in my chest. I leaped off my chair, lunging at her. Bryan caught me before I reached AJ.

"You rotten little bitch!" I fumed.

"Get out of here. Now." Bryan gruffly told her.

"Let me go!" I kicked and clawed to get him to break his hold, but he had a tight grip on me.

AJ ran out of the house as quickly as she could. It took several minutes for Bryan and Brie to calm me down. Thankfully, I didn't wake the girls with my outburst.

"Alright, alright." I waved them off, indicating that I was fine now. "It's late and we all have an early flight in the morning. You guys can crash in the guest room."

"You sure you don't want me to stay up?" Brie asked.

I gave my friend a small smile and nod. "I'll be heading to bed soon. It's okay."

I collected the coffee cups and made sure the pot had been turned off. I sat in silence for a few minutes, letting my thoughts run wild.

My email dinged on my laptop as I started to shut off the lights. I walked by it twice, contemplating checking it or going to bed. Ultimately, my curiosity got the better of me.

Jon was smart enough to know that I didn't want to hear from him after the spectacle at McClarin's. Instead, he used another means to try to apologize. I thought about deleting it without reading, but knew it would eat at me if I did.

'Hey Jessie. I don't blame you for being mad. I'm pretty furious at myself right now. I did want to say that even though my method was out of line, I still don't feel that what I said was. I should've gone about it differently. I'm just making a mess with this, so attached is a video that expresses my thoughts better. I mean every word in this song. Hope to talk to you tomorrow. Get some sleep, pretty lady.'

The link sent me to a YouTube video for a punk-rock version of one of my favorite songs, "Glory of Love." I couldn't help but smile as I watched it.

Alright, so he wasn't forgiven just yet. But he was in better shape than Phil was in that moment.