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Chapter Twenty-One

As if she was a woman possessed, Stephanie pulled all the draws out of the desk and riffled through every piece of paper she could find. Her eyes scanning each one of the documents looking for any sign of his secret indiscretion that he had been hiding from her for who knows how long. She fueled with anger now that motivated her to dismantle his desk throwing papers across the room after looking at each one. He wasn't stupid. There was not a single shred of paper in his desk. It was when she decided to check his personal email account that her worst fear was realized in an email entitled "I miss you baby":

Hey baby boy,

When am I going to get to see you again? Can't you give your wife an excuse to escape to New York for a few days? We had so much fun those two days we were together. I absolutely love the diamond necklace you gave me! I know I'm selfish to want you all to myself. I just want to be with you. I can't help but hope that you will leave your wife and baby for me. I fell in love with you the very first photo shoot I shot of you. I long for your smooth glistening body to be pressed hard against mine every night.

I know you said that I can't call you on your cell anymore. I miss hearing your sexy voice. Email me back ASAP. I need to know when you can make it back to New York.

I love you,

Michelle

xoxoxoxo

Stephanie let out a painful sob after reading the disgusting love letter from Paul's mistress. She knew exactly who Michelle was from reading the letter. Michelle North was a long legged blonde photographer that World Wrestling Entertainment had hired a year ago as part of the New York photo shoot team. She had been the reason for Paul's recent trips to New York. Who knows how long the affair had been going on? Paul had participated in many photo shoots based in New York since the past year.

This all felt like a dream; a nightmare. She kept trying to create excuses for her husband in her mind with any possible explanation that would leave him innocent in all this. She couldn't think of anything. Paul was cheating on her. Not only had he not been true to her but to their family. Stephanie remembered back to when she was ill and in the hospital. Paul had been in New York doing a photo shoot. It was now that Steph realized that he had been with Michelle. How could he do this to their marriage?

Stephanie had trouble finding her center of balance as she stood up from the desk chair. She began to feel that all too familiar wave of nausea overcoming her body. As quick as she could, Steph ran into the kitchen and threw up in the sink. She would have ran to a bathroom but the kitchen was closer. She continued to cry after each time she retched up her digested food. She felt so stupid. Why didn't she see through Paul's deceit? She considered herself to be a very intelligent woman. All the signs were there. She had the small inkling but never wanted to believe it. Stephanie loved Paul and only wanted to see him as the man she fell in love with and married. She never wanted to see the truth.

"Come on sweetie, are you going to walk like a big girl?" Paul said in a sweet voice to his baby daughter as he set her down on her feet in the vestibule.

When Stephanie heard her husband's voice she quickly walked from the kitchen to meet him and their child. She was still visibly upset and she walked right up to her baby and scooped her up in her arms for a hug.

"Is dinner ready? I'm starving."

Paul's voice directly addressing her caused Steph to turn and face him. Her face wore a look of resentment unlike any he had ever seen before. Levesque had thought that maybe in the time he took to pick up Aurora at her parents' house, she would have cooled down from earlier. Now she looked even more upset than before.

"You've been lying to me…You're the one that's been having an affair!" Stephanie blurted out. Her voice shook with anger as she held back the tears that were trying desperately to escape her eyes.

"Steph, you know that there is not a shred of truth to that. Honey, you're hormonal and upset because I called Karen Angle. Now I'm going to go upstairs and take a quick shower, when I get back we'll sit down together for dinner as a family." Levesque replied completely dismissing his wife's blunt accusation as if it were nothing. He started going up the grand staircase.

"Lynn called…" Steph muttered keeping her eyes focused on the back of her husband as he stopped right after on the step that he was on.

"Oh yeah, what did she say?" Paul asked after a brief moment of silence. He was still playing the innocent.

"That she hasn't spoken to you in months…" Steph answered back gently setting her baby down on her feet.

Paul narrowed his eyes before turning around to see his wife still staring up at him. She looked like she was waiting for him to explain himself; waiting for him to provide her with some grand excuse that would prove his innocence in all this. She knew that he couldn't. Steph was trying to make him look like a fool in front of their own child.

"Shut your mouth and get dinner ready…." He replied as if he was dismissing the conversation. He wasn't even going to make an attempt to explain himself. Why give her the satisfaction of knowing that she was finally right about him?

Stephanie's eyebrows furrowed as she gritted her teeth. Who did he think he was talking to her like that? Without wasting a second, Steph stomped up each step of the stairs to meet him face to face. She wasn't going to let him get away with treating her like that. In the past few months, he had become verbally abusive to her and she wasn't having it anymore.

"Where are you going Paul? Going to send a love letter to your slut, Michelle? I don't understand why. Why did you do this to us? I've been trying so hard to be the perfect wife and mother, I don't understand what that whore has that made you dishonor our marriage and family!" Stephanie cried out looking right into his hazel eyes. She was searching for some form of guilt or sadness in them. They were as cloudy and complex as his erratic behavior.

"What can I say? It's not like I don't love you anymore, Stephy. I do love you it's just, you weren't satisfying me so I looked for it elsewhere. All men have their sexual needs. She was the hottest photographer I had ever seen: Blonde hair blue eyes, big tits, hot ass. Let's just say, she took a lot more than just my picture." Paul replied with a smirk. It was almost as if he was getting a kick out of talking about his mistress to his wife. He never thought that he would be caught and put into this awkward situation.

Stephanie's face contorted in disgust her eyes widening as she opened her right hand wide before slamming it across the left side of his face as hard as she could. The force of the unexpected slap caught her husband off guard. He looked somewhat shocked has he touched his hand to the already red mark on his cheek while Steph continued to sneer at him while Aurora began to fuss as she sat at the foot of the stairs.

"I'll let you get away with that one because you're upset. You hit me again, I hit back." He threatened before turning his attention to the stairs in front of them. She had hoped the hard slap to the face would knock something loose so that he could snap out of whatever spell he was under. It was like he had been possessed. He looked and sounded like the man she loved but he most definitely wasn't. Something inside of him had changed and it frustrated Steph to no end.

"No, don't turn your back on me again! This conversation is not over until I say it is! Paul!" Stephanie screamed following after her husband as they both climbed the stairs. She finally reached him at the top of the second floor. She grabbed hold of his muscular arm to try and turn him to face her.

"This conversation is done!" Paul screamed back as he used that arm to push her away from him with such force that it knocked Stephanie backward toward the stairs. He turned quickly just to see his wife's look of horror as she fell backwards.

It all happened so quickly that Steph couldn't even grab hold of a railing spindle to try and save herself from falling. With a loud rumble her body tumbled down the full set of stairs like a ragdoll, rolling her over and over until she finally her body slammed onto the hardwood floor face down. Aurora began to cry hysterically when she saw her mommy lying only a foot away from her motionless. Paul's eyes were wide with shock at what just happened. Then, when he finally realized what he had done, he rushed down the stairs to his wife's aide.

"Stephy, baby, I'm so sorry baby, are you okay? I didn't mean it! I swear it was an accident! I would die before I'd lay a hand on you! I do love you!" Paul yelled rolling her over onto her back. His frantic apology ran out of his mouth like it was all one long string of words.

Stephanie was conscious. She was grimacing while clutching her stomach with both hands. A sharp pain surged from her abdomen through the rest of her body. A tear fell from each eye as she forced her eyes shut tightly while being succumbed to the overwhelming pain. Paul had her upper body in his arms while he tried his best to cradle her. Steph was trying to stay in a fetal position. Aurora was screaming and crying for her mother as she crawled over to her parents. She was just afraid for her mommy as her father was.

"It's going to be okay, Steph, I'm going to call for an ambulance!" Paul hollered in panic as he got up and ran for the cordless phone leaving Stephanie in agony on the floor at the foot of the stairs.

Aurora's little hands grasped Stephanie's arm before she tried to climb onto of her mother in order to seek comfort from her while she continued to wail. Steph couldn't say a word or even lift a hand from her stomach in order to console her terrified baby girl. She knew something was very wrong.