Chapter 55

"Did you hear?"

Dean raised a brow at his good friend, Antonio Cesaro, busy trying to eat his salad. "Hear what?" The WWE World Heavyweight championship lay beside him in a chair since he'd just finished match with Seth Rollins.

"Man, you really need to open your ears a bit more." Antonio chuckled, setting his own plate of food down and moved the WWE title to set it on the table. "About Jecina and Moxley." He knew Jon Moxley from the Indy's, but they weren't friends.

Snorting, he continued eating and tried not to seem like he cared. "What about them?" He grunted, wondering if he even wanted to hear this considering he'd just found out they were engaged.

"They're done."

Now the man had Dean's full undivided attention, the fork dropping to the plate. "What do you mean they're done?" He slowly chewed, listening to Antonio intently and his brow rose higher and higher with each passing second.

"Jecina ran out of the arena on Tuesday in tears. Naomi saw her and a few others too. She found out the draft results and it upset her, I guess."

Why wasn't Dean informed of this until now? Tuesday seemed like so long ago and he suddenly wondered why he hadn't seen her moseying around with his evil twin. Jon was here, but not Jecina, which was unlike them. Now he knew why. They had split up. Something told Dean it was Jecina's doing and that made a smirk curve his lips, drumming his fingers on the table.

"Who knows? Maybe you have a shot with her now that Moxley is outta the picture, eh?" It was no secret how Dean felt towards the beautiful caterer; everyone knew about her choosing his twin over Dean, which Antonio felt was extremely unfair.

Dean had to play this cool, not fully trusting Antonio and shrugged, continuing to eat his salad. "I don't know about that. I don't think she wants anything to do with me." Flat lie, but again, he had to keep this one close to the chest with what he had planned for Jecina. It would be a lot easier now that Moxley was out of the picture too.

"Oh come on, Ambrose, I know you still love her." Antonio heckled, tilting his head at Dean's nonchalance over this news and wondered if maybe the man had finally gotten over Jecina Shaw.

Why couldn't the company let Roman back a few days early? Dean was getting annoyed by Antonio and temped to shove his head into the plate of food he was scarfing down. When Antonio started asking about what Dean thought Roman put into his system, in order to cause the suspension, he abruptly stood from the table, tossed his bowl away and walked out of catering. How was he supposed to know? Hell, he didn't even think Roman put anything in his body, but then again, Lilianna had done a number on him lately by calling the wedding off and leaving him.

People thought Dean had spoken to Roman during his 30 day suspension, but they'd be wrong. The big man had cut himself off from everyone and everything, only talking to Dean a few times. The one night Roman called him, he could hear female giggling on the other end. Roman had gotten rip-roaring drunk and brought home a woman to take his aggression out on. Dean didn't appreciate being woken up at 2 AM, when he'd just gotten to sleep two hours prior, and turned his cell off before going to bed from that night forward.

Walking out of the arena, Dean slid his glasses on and stopped at the sight of a car a few down from his. The windows were starting to fog up and it was obvious what was going on. People were getting it on in the arena parking lot. He shook his head, pulling his keys out and briefly wondered what car sex with Jecina would be like. Probably mind-blowing, much like the night he had shared her with Moxley, even though he'd put a damper on things by simply being there. Dean only had her one other time, which wasn't as passionate as the first time because of her heartbreak over Moxley. His eyes widened when he heard a woman scream out Seth's name and grimaced, knowing exactly who it was.

Lilianna.

"Thank god Roman isn't here to see that." He grumbled, wondering if the bitch had a death wish screwing her new boy toy in an arena parking lot and slid behind the wheel of his rental to head back to the hotel.

Antonio had just given him a lot to think about.


During his 2 days off, Jon had been tempted to go to Chicago, bang on Jecina's door and demand her to talk to him, but refrained. Barely. Lilianna made him promise to give her time alone and it was hard to do, so instead he went to Cincinnati to pack up his belongings. Most of them were at the penthouse in Chicago, but he still had some things he wanted to move into their new house in Colorado. He refused to believe they wouldn't end up sharing that house together, married and happy, one day. Occupying himself with packing, Jon had also cleaned the apartment from top to bottom, even repainting the walls. It was only a one bedroom apartment, tiny, so it didn't take more than a couple hours to do the project. There was no way he'd miss out on his cleaning deposit he had to fork over prior to taking the apartment years ago.

His second, and final day off, found Jon on a plane alone, with the earbuds in his ear attached to the MP3 player from Jecina. He was blasting some alternative rock band Seth had told him to listen to. They weren't half bad, actually, though he much preferred old classic rock like Metallica or AC/DC. AC/DC was his favorite, but he was always open to try new bands. When the plane took off, he automatically reached for the spot beside him and stopped himself, used to having Jecina by his side. Even if they were together, he would have to get used to traveling alone since they were separated by the company. Jon really, REALLY hated WWE right now and was half-tempted to leave to go back to the Indy's on principal. However, the money he made from WWE was far superior than anything the Indy's could and would offer, which was the only reason he was sticking around.

Around noon, Jon stepped out of the Ford F150 and looked out at the beautiful house, letting out a shaky breath. Jecina. It reminded him so much of her and it hurt to be here without her. Was this heartache he was experiencing? Is this what it felt like? He didn't like it, gritting his teeth and took the keys out to go inside, the sun blazing in the sky. Grabbing 2 out of 8 boxes he'd brought from Cincinnati, Jon went inside to start unpacking them one at a time, knowing it would be a lot easier and, once again, occupy his mind. Once that was done and the boxes were broken down into a pile in the garage to be taken out with recycling, Jon made himself something to eat, barely tasting the food. He spent the rest of that night outside by the pool, a 12 pack of beer beside him on the pavement beside the lounge chair he occupied and stared up at the sky, missing Jecina more than he'd ever thought possible.

He really was a damn sap!

There was no house show for him on Friday, so Saturday morning, Jon was on another flight heading to Wildwood, New Jersey. He'd have to drive a bit after landing at the airport, but it wouldn't take too long to get to the arena. The match that night was a triple threat for the United States championship, which he planned on ripping away from Rusev at Battleground tomorrow night. It was him, the current champion and, for some odd reason, Sami Zayn, vying for the title at the house show. Very rarely did titles switch hands at house shows, so naturally Rusev retained. It would be different come Sunday and Jon made sure to let the Russian know that by giving him a Hook & Ladder in the center of the ring. The fans cheered and Jon acknowledged them, but inside he felt numb instead of the usual rush every time he was out in the ring, doing what he did best.

"Hey Moxley, how you holdin' up?" Baron asked, walking up to his friend and could tell Jon was having a hard time with this breakup.

"Been better." Jon needed a nicotine fix badly and already had his cigarettes in hand, not bothering to shower at the moment. Maybe when he was done giving himself a higher chance of lung cancer he'd wash the grime and grit away from the ring. "Just heading outside for some fresh air."

"All right, well if you need me, you know where to find me…" This would be the last time they saw each other for a while since Baron was on the Smackdown! Live roster.

"Yeah…" Jon didn't really know how to respond to that and kept walking, closing his eyes the moment the warm air flowed over him. He ducked his head, lighting up a smoke and heard his phone go off, pulling it out of his pocket to check who it was.

Hi.

It was Jecina. The cigarette dangling between his lips nearly fell out as his electric blues stared at the word for what seemed like ages. She was contacting him. Granted, he'd gotten the 'alive' text the previous day, but Jon didn't think he'd hear from her other than that. Maybe she had changed her mind about this breakup. It was wishful thinking, but Jon would hold onto any sliver of hope he could at this rate.

Hey. He responded back, not sure what else to say and felt lame, shaking his head while taking a long drag from his smoke.

How are you? Was the next text and Jon felt like laughing, clearing his throat.

Not good. There was no point lying to her, not the way she'd been apparently lying to him for months.

Five minutes ticked by with no response and, just as he finished his cigarette, another text came in. Look, I know this is hurting you. I'm not gonna pretend it's not and I hate that I've hurt you this way, Jon.

Then why did you? Why didn't you just come to me and tell me what the fuck was going on, Jina? Did you think I'd get pissed and leave you or something? If she wanted to hash this out via text messaging, Jon would humor her because he needed answers. He needed to know why from HER, not her best friend, who was apparently her messenger.

Jecina read that and shut her eyes, currently sitting outside on the veranda with the moon shining down on her, tears running down her cheeks. Her bags were already packed for tomorrow's trip to Washington D.C. for Battleground and she wasn't looking forward to it. Not at all. She wasn't ready to face Jon yet and hoped he kept his distance because she was fragile. Falling into his arms would be too tempting and she'd wind up in the same position she was in before – her trust issues included.

Because I was scared. I was scared of the outcome, of losing you.

Jina, I would never walk away from you, but I deserve the fucking truth! I deserve a face to face talk instead of having your best friend talk to me about our issues. I was blindsided by all of this shit! Jon did not mean to snap on her through text, but he could feel his blood boiling the more he thought about her leaving without a word.

Without a 'fuck you, have a nice life' or anything. He had to take a deep breath to calm down and lit up another cigarette, not caring about chain-smoking and leaned his head back against the truck he leaned against. The anger was also directed at himself for being a colossal dickhead to her in the first place and causing all these trust issues. If he never would've fucked around with Layla and hadn't used her against Ambrose…things would be completely different and they'd probably be married by now.

I'm sorry. I should've told you the truth from the get-go. This has been tearing me up for over 2 years now, ever since we got back together. I just don't know how I'm supposed to trust you on another show and us only seeing each other one or two days out of the entire week. That's only a handful of times a MONTH. How are we supposed to survive when we're away from each other far more than we see each other? Jecina understood his anger towards her and didn't blame him, expecting it. However, she knew she also just brought up some valid points and waited with bated breath to see what his response would be.

You wanna know how? You believe in me. You believe in us. You believe our love can conquer any fucking thing. You believe I'd never, ever hurt you the way I did back then. You believe I've changed and I'm a different man than I used to be. And when we see each other those few days out of the month, we sex each other so much, we physically NEED a break from each other when we part ways. That made a smirk curve his lips, knowing she'd find that amusing as well and flicked some ash on the ground from his cigarette.

His assumption was correct and Jecina found herself giggling, which sounded foreign since she hadn't done much laughing lately. We already sex each other up too much and I've told you that. Still hasn't stopped us wanting each other any less. She pointed out, leaning back against her lounge chair and stared up at the stars, inhaling slowly. I'm weak when I'm around you, Moxley. I don't know if you've figured that out yet, but I find it very difficult to talk to you about how I'm feeling. You're intense and you make me weak in the knees with just a touch or the sound of your voice. I'm weak against you and I knew I wouldn't be able to do this without Lili's help, which is why I asked her to talk to you. Because I PHYSICALLY wouldn't be able to leave you if I talked to you about this face to face.

Damn right you wouldn't. I wouldn't let you leave. Jon meant that with every fiber of his being, already picturing how this talk would've gone down had they'd done it face to face. So what now? I don't wanna lose you, Jina. I don't know how to prove you can trust me though. You gotta give me a bone here, woman. Tell me what to do and I'll do it.

Shutting her eyes, Jecina could feel the apprehension and plea through his words, fresh tears falling down her cheeks. I don't want to lose you either. I love you, Jon. Just give me a little more time. Give me time to figure this out, okay? We can continue talking like this, if you want. I don't want to talk on the phone right now though. Are you okay with that?

It took several minutes before he responded. Yeah, I'll text you as much and long as you want, precious. And I love you too. Miss you so goddamn much. Don't ever forget that or think I don't love you.

Okay. I'm heading to bed now. Got an early flight. Take care of yourself and we'll talk soon. Good night, Jon.

Night. Jon responded back and slipped his phone back in his pocket, scrubbing a hand down his face.

Well, contacting him was a step in the right direction and, if they kept going this way, hopefully they would be back together sooner rather than later.