A little after WM 31, only a couple of weeks before our one year anniversary I started to have my first real doubts about this marriage. But let me tell you the story from the start.

Only a week after WM 31 a new Diva was called up to the main roster from NXT. Her name was Kim and she was a wild one. Short black-red hair, a lip piercing, striking curves, some tattoos, you could say she was the female version of Punk.

She was talented no doubt about that, but she had a bad reputation backstage. And what I found out on the internet she was known for having issues with being denied and it was rumored she stalked her last two boyfriends, both wrestlers, as well.

So Kim was on the roster and she made her presence known. She wasn't shy so she connected instantly with people and she was one hell of an actress, appearing really nice and friendly. She was also a workhorse, she didn't mind getting sweaty and she went the extra mile. That's what brought her on the radar of my guys and she instantly connected with Jon but Colby liked her as well. Don't get me wrong, this is not about jealousy this is about the feeling in the gut where you know that someone has another agenda.

But I couldn't voice my doubts about Kim to Jon because as with Chrissy, he liked her.

But I could voice my fears to Nattie.

"She is up to something, no doubt. And when what you say is true, that she likes to go after others people property I would keep an eye on my husband."

"Easier said than done. I have the seminar next week." A media relations seminar again. Yay.

Right now Nattie was lifting weights but we could look through a glass panel towards the ring, where Colby and Jon practiced moves with Kim.

"I can't keep an eye on him Sam I will be working in Canada that week."

"Its fine I trust him." "But don't trust her around him." Nattie warned me.

I walked out when Kim was done with her training and the boys still practiced some new moves.

She wanted to walk right by me grinning but I shot my arm out, flexed the muscles and she bumped right into it.

"Bitch." she hissed.

"I know your reputation Kim. And I will end you if you don't step away from my husband."

"What would you do to me? Bore me to death old bitch?"

And with that she walked away.

Jon was oblivious to the argument and I didn't mention it to him later.

The seminar the next week was hell on my nerves, especially when you are constantly worried about a known psychopath chasing your husband.

By the time I caught up to him on Saturday night after the seminar was over, the little bitch had him wrapped around her finger. She knew which buttons to push obviously.

"She is my friend Sam. She had some problems in the past with alcohol but now she is sober and I help her out a bit teaching her the ropes of the main roster. Will you come with us to Kanes birthday party later?"

Right, only a couple of days ago Glenn had turned 48. I could find a million better things to do than party on a Saturday night after a long week and more work to come tomorrow but I simply couldn't and wouldn't let him go alone. Not this time, not with Kim around.

"Yes, I tag along." "Sweet."

The party was at a local club not far from the hotel and we had the entire VIP section for us.

I stood together with Jon, Brie and Bryan on the balcony overlooking the dance floor when Kim walked up hugging Jon. "Dance with me please?"

"I don't dance." "No? What a shame. Of course you dance. In the ring, outside, come on."

Jon looked at me and I just shrugged so he smiled apologetic and left with a happy Kim.

"You think that was wise?" Brie asked and I shrugged again.

"Telling him no would only make him stubborn and he would do it anyways. They are just friends."

Bryan looked at me. "You dance like that with Colby and Joe?" he asked in his laid back way but pointing out something true.

Kim wiggled her ass suggestively near Jon's hips. This was getting out of hand. And when she pushed a cocktail in his face a little while later all I could do was gasp when he took a swig. Because when I knew one thing it was that Kim was an active alcoholic not recovering like Jon had pointed out.

That's what made me really angry and I walked down there grabbing Jon's drink out of his hand and took a sip.

It was super sweet but not virgin.

Before anyone could react I emptied the glass over Kim's white top and turned towards Jon.

"The drink isn't virgin and she is a bitch Jon. Open your fucking eyes. Who will pick you up of the floor this time? She?"

"You are crazy Sam. What the hell! Sorry Kim."

I give the younger woman props for playing it cool. She didn't slap me like she maybe wanted to but just looked down at her now see through shirt and sniffed: "I ordered it virgin I didn't taste it before. Sorry Jon. And look at my shirt everybody gets a free peak." As if she would mind!

But Jon did.

Jon shrugged out of his dress shirt and gave it to Kim at the same time he gave me a pissed look.

"Leave Sam. I don't need any more bad publicity."

What? Jon you idiot you stand next to bad publicity!

"I fear he had some bad news for her..." whispered Wade Barrett close by and I flipped him off and left.

No one stopped me on my way out and I was back at our hotel room shortly.

I did what I did best and searched for evidence that Kim was not some innocent in this, but an ice cold bitch.

About two hours later Jon returned. We didn't look at each other and he just undressed and walked into the bathroom to shower.

His phone vibrated and I didn't even think twice and grabbed it.

Thanks for the shirt. Had fun after all. And a picture of them grinning in the camera.

Next picture that arrived was them kissing and that's where I dropped the phone on the bed and left the room.

I went down two levels to Kim's room and knocked.

She opened cooing "I have been...you?!"

"Yes me bitch and this is the last time I say this. Jon is taken. He is my husband and that is that. He is a recovering alcoholic and giving him a drink is like the shadiest thing to do. I know about your reputation and I will make sure WWE gets an inside view in the life of Kim Bishop if you don't stop now. You are a crazy, psychopath lunatic bitch and this is the last warning I give you. I will end you, you little slut. My husband won't fuck your hazardous cunt..."

Wham. She hit me in the face and I bounced back holding my lip. I tasted blood and I had to hide a smile behind my hand because at the end of the corridor Colby and Jon had seen the slap.

Bitch. You just lost face to Jon and no matter how this would end I knew one thing about my husband. He wouldn't tolerate it when I got hurt.

Jon reached me and took me aside and Colby held back an angry Kim.

"She provoked me, called me names." she shrieked like a fury.

Jon pulled me away. I was still holding my face and moaned softly for effect and Jon led me back up to our room.

When the door closed behind us he said: "You courted her." and pulled my hand from my lips to look at the damage.

It bled, but lips would do that. He gently opened my lips to look at my teeth and that hurt.

"It is a nasty cut. Do you teeth feel alright?" I nodded because talking was getting hard, my lips felt huge.

"She can dish out a punch, huh?" he murmured and went to the little fridge and took out a bottle of water.

"Here, you have to ice it for at least an hour or you will look really interesting in the morning. We will put ointment on it after that. And you should inform the Authority about this incident before she does." I put the water bottle on my lips and lay down on the bed, keeping my head up high.

"Why me? She hit ME Jon!" I mumbled.

"You provoked it. Don't get me wrong. She shouldn't have hit you, but you went to confront her. If she is the first to inform them it will look bad for you."

"Can you do it? I can't really..." Talking was really hard right now. My face hurt, my heart hurt because Jon treated me like I meant nothing to him and I was close to tears.

My husband rolled his eyes and grabbed his phone when someone knocked on the door.

"You go..." I said and again that look.

WHAT? I already got punched in the face tonight!

It was Colby and Jon excused himself to make the call.

"Let me see." Colby sat down beside me and gently pulled the piece of paper I had pressed on my lips under the water bottle away. It still bled but not as much as before.

"A split lip. You should go see the Doc, let him check it out. Your head flipped back really good, too, maybe you have a concussion."

"Did that for effect...I know how to take a punch. At least you are interested in my well being."

He must have noticed the tears because he hugged me and whispered "Oh Sam. I am so sorry."

I actually bit my lip to stop the tears from falling, winced and the lip started to bleed again.

"Let's get you to the doctor. He can glue it. Let's go."

We walked into Jon in the hallway, he was still on the phone with TPB.

"Where are you going?" he whispered and now Colby rolled his eyes. "Doc, she needs medical attention you asshole."

And with that he walked me to the elevator and I just looked at him. This time the word asshole was meant to hurt Jon, and I was surprised it was Colby, my best friend, who was on my side, and not my husband.

The doc let us in his room and I was lucky that splits and cuts were one of the most common injuries at WWE. He was good at what he did.

He fixed the lip first, told me that it would heal by itself without leaving a scar, and checked my pupils for a concussion next.

"You are fine. Dean should keep an eye on you just to be safe. If you have to vomit, or you're feeling dizzy come back to me. Ice the lip, that helps bring the swelling down. Here is a cool pack that will last a couple of hours. Get well Sam."

He saw us out and I looked at Colby. "If he is still an ass when we get up to our room, can I sleep in yours?" "Sure baby girl."

Jon was waiting in the room, giving me the short version of the phone call.

"Stephanie is pissed. Like totally pissed. She will talk to you in the morning, most likely suspend you for a while. Kim as well, so don't start. You both acted unprofessional."

I couldn't take it anymore. And if I would get suspended for taking a punch, they could add to the sentence for this as well. I kicked Jon, really hard, against his shin. Not his groin. I would have loved to do it, but he would have had enough time to react, so the lower shin it was and it hurt just as bad as all of you know.

"Sam, for fucks sake." He sat down on the bed holding his leg.

"I am going to sleep with Colby." I said a little unfocused and searched for something to wear.

When both men became eerily quiet I looked at them.

"Not sleep sleep. In his spare bed. We need some time apart. Jon, Kim isn't who she says she is. The drink was not virgin. She is flirting with you shamelessly in front of everyone. She disrespects me in front of my co-workers. She has a reputation, which is all true. I talked to one of her ex boyfriends, and she is crazy. Tomorrow I will report all of this, and she will go down, I will make sure of that. And if she touches me again or even looks at me funny I will sue her. Believe that. It's not me who handles this situation wrong Jon. You may not have slept with her...yet...but you treated me like shit and let her do the same. I will not accept this any longer. And I will not be a good Christian and turn the other cheek next time she gets physical either. I know a thing or two as well, and I fight dirty. She may have the strength, but I have the weight advantage and the height advantage and I will hurt her. So keep her out of my way. And you better stay out of my way for a while as well, next time that will hurt really bad asshole."

I turned around and Colby stopped Jon from following me, a brave move because Jon could be unpredictable right now.

"Let her cool down, cool down yourself and think about the past two weeks. We both took her for granted and we treated her like shit. She is right about that. The doc said she will be fine, possibly no concussion but I will keep an eye on her. Get some sleep and go with her to Steph tomorrow and clear this situation up."

I had waited in the hallway with an arm full of clothes and followed Colby to his room three doors down.

He just switched on the bed side lamps and looked at me thoughtfully when I crawled into bed, curling into a fetal position and became very still.

"You can cry, you know? Or you can talk. Or you can press the cool pack to your lip." He gave it to me and I did that.

"I can leave if you want or get someone else like Brie or Nikki." "Not Nikki." I sighed.

"Okay, not the crazy twin. Joe? You want Joe?" I shook my head.

Finally Colby shut his mouth, pulled the covers over me and my scattered stuff on the bed and lay down behind me, above the covers with a reasonable distance and he gently stroked my head.

"It will be fine. You tell your version of the story, Jon will add his point of view, you present whatever evidence you have about stuff that happened in the past with her involved and Steph will put it all into consideration. You will be suspended for a while, they have to do that, but it will work out. She was always so sweet towards us Sam, we never witnessed the way she treated you and probably other people as well."

"She is good. Colby I am not a violent person but right now I really want to kick her ass, and I can guarantee for nothing when she gets in my face again. As for Jon, I almost feel sorry for kicking him but I was so angry, so frustrated. I thought he was loyal to me. He kissed her Colby. She sent him a picture to his phone."

"Shh Sam, he loves you but he is a jerk. He was worked up about the way you reacted in public. He is not used to that. You always react so reasonable, never causing a scene, that is what he likes. He is still our private, little Jon outside the ring. And all of a sudden you caused that scene and it is all over twitter. He was angry, possibly a little tipsy and he let out his frustration on Kim and she took the opportunity."

"Should I rather watch him? Because of the drink?"

"Nah, he is good I guess. He has to deal with his leg and his mind and with being an asshole right now. He will be fine. Sleep now Sammy. Tomorrow is another day." Colby kissed my hair.

"This is the first time after our marriage that we didn't tell each other that we love each other. We always do, no matter what."

Colby pressed his phone in my hand.

"Text him. Fan Girls will freak out about that. Oh let us tweet it!" He grinned and even I had to smile and texted Jon from Colby's phone: I hate you right now, but I still love you.

A/N: My stupid internet ate my authors note. Short version.

He didn't cheat. Yes. No biggie, right? But it is the one thing Sam could not forgive, therefor I couldn't write it or the story would be over.

She wants him to be one thing. Loyal. She can forgive everything else, but not cheating. So this is the middle ground I found I can work with. And it is hard enough on them as it is, stay tuned.