A/N: I know the last chapter had mega drama, so this one is going to be a bit calmer. Thanks again to everyone who continues to support this story by reading and reviewing. I hope you enjoy!

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Melody kept walking, not really knowing where she was going. All she knew was that she wanted to leave what had just happened far behind her. The irony of it all was too much to handle. The minute she had begun to feel happy again it was snatched away from her as soon as Wade had shown up. It wasn't like she hadn't enjoyed seeing him—despite all the hurt he'd caused, she'd still missed him. But with the news he'd brought, she almost wished he'd never shown up.

There was no way of telling how truthful Wade had been in his explanation of his actions. It was a good start that he'd freely admitted to sleeping with Maryse, but there were some things that just didn't add up. Still, he'd been so emotional upon seeing her and recounting his story. He did a good job at portraying his character in the ring, but if he'd been acting back there in the café he deserved an academy award.

On the other hand, it was hard to accept that Punk had been lying to her. His burgeoning hatred for Wade had been evident from the time she'd started dating him, but the thing she couldn't understand was why he would try to keep them apart when he knew the way she felt for him. Wade had suggested he was using her. Judging by Punk's reaction, that couldn't have been further from the truth. He'd known her for years—if he'd only wanted to sleep with her, surely he'd have made his move long ago. He hadn't had much of a chance to explain himself. She knew she needed to hear more from him before she allowed herself to become too angry.

There were too many variables to make sense of the situation. She wished she could talk to somebody to help her sort things out. It was then she remembered that her phone had been returned to her. Tired of walking, she wandered into a park and plopped down on a bench. Pulling out her cell phone, she turned it on and was amazed by the number of text and voicemail messages that had piled up over the past couple of weeks. Choosing to ignore them for the time being, she flipped through her contacts and dialed the number she was looking for. There was only one other person who had been involved in this, and she wanted to hear what he had to say for himself.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Evan. It's Melody."

"Mel! How are you feeling?"

"I guess that depends on the way you look at it."

There was a brief pause. "I'm assuming since you're calling me you got your phone back."

"And I'm assuming you know more than you're letting on."

He paused again, obviously trying to find the right thing to say.

"Look, Mel, I really didn't want to get involved in all of this. I thought I was doing you a favor. Had I known what kind of trouble this would lead to I—"

"I'm not holding you responsible for any of this, Evan."

She could sense his relief. "You're not mad at me?"

"No, not at you. Just the other parties involved."

"I understand you being angry, but Punk had good intentions in all of this. He thought it was best for you to move on from Wade, and the only reason I cooperated with him was because I agreed. That night after the party was reason enough."

"Wade claims he's innocent in all of this. He says what happened at that party was a misunderstanding."

"Do you really believe that?" Evan asked dubiously.

Melody was silent.

"I'll take that as a no. I don't want to judge because I don't know a lot about the situation—but Punk does. You've been best friends for what, seven years now? He knows what you've been through and I believed him when he said it needed to end."

"I understand all that…it's just…something happened between me and Punk while I've been gone."

"What do you mean?" he asked warily.

"We kind of started dating…and enjoying the benefits of being in a relationship."

"You slept with him?"

Even though she knew nobody around her could hear him, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"You don't have to say it like that!"

"I'm sorry. It's just unexpected. I kind of always saw you two as a brother and sister."

She chuckled. "You and me both. I guess some feelings emerged that were hidden inside us."

"Well, once you get past the initial shock, I guess it's not so surprising. You two have always understood each other on some insane level that's only heard of in fairytales and chick flicks. Plus, I'm pretty sure he's always loved you in one way or the other."

She hesitated to say what was on her mind.

"You don't think he would have done all this just to get me in bed, do you?"

"Of course not! Why would you even think that?"

"I don't know. Wade tried to make it look like he was using me this whole time."

Evan sighed. "Wade's jealous of Punk. He always has been, and now he has even more reason to be. I can tell you that when Punk pulled me aside in the hospital that day, he was very upset and concerned for you above all else. There's no way he had ulterior motives."

He went quiet for a moment, seeming to drift into thought.

"You know, you haven't spent a lot of time together outside of work since you two were in ROH. People change, and when the conditions are right, they end up seeing each other differently. You didn't see this coming and I bet he didn't either. It just happened."

Melody sighed heavily. "Well, I wish it would have happened at a better time. Now I don't know what I'm going to do."

"Just go with what your heart tells you. They both love you, there's no doubt about that, but you have to think about what's best for you, not what's best for them."

She smiled. Evan was always so full of wisdom.

"Thanks, Evan. You've really helped me out."

"No problem! You know I'm always here if you need someone to talk to."

"I guess I've got to go face the music now. Wish me luck, will you?"

"Good luck. You're going to need it."

She laughed. "Don't rub it in."

"Seriously though, I hope things work out for you."

"Yeah, me too. I'll talk to you later, Evan."

"Bye, Mel."

She knew the decisions she had to make weren't going to be easy. She could sit on that park bench thinking all day and she still wouldn't know the answer to her dilemma. The next step would have to be talking to each one of them individually. Evan told her to listen to her heart, and it was saying that she should go see Punk first. Heeding his advice, she picked herself up and began the walk back to his apartment, feeling nervous and frightened all at once.