Later that day.
"Where is it?" Linda mumbled to herself as she went through the desk drawers of the study.
It was only 3pm but Linda had come home early to prepare for a business meeting she had tomorrow. However as hard as she tried, she could not remember where she had placed the file. She had looked through her office at Titan Towers; she had even looked through Vince's office but had discovered nothing. As the last resort she figured she must have placed it in the study at home, hence she had come home early. She was now rummaging through the papers in the office.
She opened the bottom drawer.
"Oh thank god!" Linda picked up the file she had been looking for. "There would have been trouble if I hadn't of found that!" She said out loud to herself.
She was just about to close the desk drawer, when something caught her eye. It was a folder without any name or subject on. She found this very strange as both she and Vince were normally very organised.
She opened it and took out the contents as she began to sift through it.
"Andrew Chambers. clothing business." She quickly flicked through it. "What the hell.?"
It slowly dawned on her that this was a file on Andrew Chambers, his business and everything about him. There were photos, addresses, and phone numbers. She began to get a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Linda sat back in the chair. "He wouldn't have. would he?" She was trying to comprehend what she had just read.
Linda got up, picked both of the files up and walked out of the study.
~*~*~*~*~
6:00pm
"Honey, I'm home!!" Vince's voice shouted as he hung up his coat. He walked into the living room and saw Linda sitting on the sofa watching TV. He sat down next to her and went to kiss her but she moved her face away.
Vince pulled back, puzzled at her behaviour. "What's wrong? Didn't you find that file?"
"I found it." She answered coldly. "And a lot more besides."
"What do you mean?"
"You tell me." She said as she tossed the folder containing the information on Andrew she had found.
Vince opened it and gasped, he had forgotten about this. "Where did you find this?"
"In the study, in the desk drawer."
"What were you doing in there?" He asked, she hardly ever went in there.
"It was the last place I could think of to find the Goodman file, for the meeting tomorrow. I didn't bank on finding out that my husband was a murderer though." She looked him in the eye for the first time. "What exactly did you do Vince?"
"Well first things first, I am not a murderer. I am not that callous, you know that."
"No Vince, you're wrong I don't know it. Infact I don't even feel like I know you anymore." Linda said shaking her head.
"Well before you jump to conclusions maybe you should let me explain first." Vince snapped.
Linda glared at him. "Don't speak to me like that! Of all the years I've known you Vince, you've pulled some devious stuff but this has got to be the gold star of them all!"
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?"
"I've read all of that file Vince, you hired people to do your dirty work for you, and you hired them to destroy his business."
Vince cut her off. "He deserved it!"
"What if someone had been caught in any of those fires? What if an innocent person had been trapped? How would you feel then Vince? Would you feel so good about it then?"
"No one was."
"No but they could have been. How would you have felt then?"
"I didn't think about that. I."
"That's my point Vince you never think do you?" Linda was shouting as she got up off the couch. "You just do whatever's right for you, stuff everybody else! It doesn't matter if they get hurt, it doesn't matter about their feelings. As long as Vincent Kennedy McMahon gets his way, it doesn't matter who gets hurt along the way and that's how you've lived your entire life."
"Linda, no one did get hurt. And not that I was planning it, but now he's gone, we can get on with our lives."
"No Vince, I don't think I can. I'm tired of you always getting your way, no matter what it costs. I'm sick of always having to defend you against other people. I don't think I can defend your actions in this."
"No one asks you to defend me. I can stick up for myself I don't need you on my side."
"Really? Well then, if the great Vince McMahon doesn't need me on his side then what the hell am I doing here?!" Linda shouted, tears starting to blind her eyes. "Why have I wasted the majority of my life on someone who doesn't even thank me for it? Through everything Vince, I've been there for you, the steroid trial, the rape accusations, the sexual harassment allegations, the affairs, not being here when the kids were growing up, supporting you while you built up the business. I've given my life to you Vince, I've given you everything I've got and I don't even get a thank you for it. And now you've done this and I'm tired Vince, I'm tired of fighting everyone for you. I'm tired of justifying myself to people, people who ask why I'm still with you. I don't think I can do this again. I haven't got the energy to fight anymore." Linda shook her head. "And I don't know if I've got the energy to be your wife anymore."
Vince looked at her and blinked back tears. "Well, if that's the way you feel then maybe you should just go."
Linda nodded slowly. "Maybe I should."
With that she walked out of the room and upstairs to pack some of her things. She didn't say a word to Vince as she left the house and drove off into the dark, cold Connecticut night.
"Where is it?" Linda mumbled to herself as she went through the desk drawers of the study.
It was only 3pm but Linda had come home early to prepare for a business meeting she had tomorrow. However as hard as she tried, she could not remember where she had placed the file. She had looked through her office at Titan Towers; she had even looked through Vince's office but had discovered nothing. As the last resort she figured she must have placed it in the study at home, hence she had come home early. She was now rummaging through the papers in the office.
She opened the bottom drawer.
"Oh thank god!" Linda picked up the file she had been looking for. "There would have been trouble if I hadn't of found that!" She said out loud to herself.
She was just about to close the desk drawer, when something caught her eye. It was a folder without any name or subject on. She found this very strange as both she and Vince were normally very organised.
She opened it and took out the contents as she began to sift through it.
"Andrew Chambers. clothing business." She quickly flicked through it. "What the hell.?"
It slowly dawned on her that this was a file on Andrew Chambers, his business and everything about him. There were photos, addresses, and phone numbers. She began to get a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Linda sat back in the chair. "He wouldn't have. would he?" She was trying to comprehend what she had just read.
Linda got up, picked both of the files up and walked out of the study.
~*~*~*~*~
6:00pm
"Honey, I'm home!!" Vince's voice shouted as he hung up his coat. He walked into the living room and saw Linda sitting on the sofa watching TV. He sat down next to her and went to kiss her but she moved her face away.
Vince pulled back, puzzled at her behaviour. "What's wrong? Didn't you find that file?"
"I found it." She answered coldly. "And a lot more besides."
"What do you mean?"
"You tell me." She said as she tossed the folder containing the information on Andrew she had found.
Vince opened it and gasped, he had forgotten about this. "Where did you find this?"
"In the study, in the desk drawer."
"What were you doing in there?" He asked, she hardly ever went in there.
"It was the last place I could think of to find the Goodman file, for the meeting tomorrow. I didn't bank on finding out that my husband was a murderer though." She looked him in the eye for the first time. "What exactly did you do Vince?"
"Well first things first, I am not a murderer. I am not that callous, you know that."
"No Vince, you're wrong I don't know it. Infact I don't even feel like I know you anymore." Linda said shaking her head.
"Well before you jump to conclusions maybe you should let me explain first." Vince snapped.
Linda glared at him. "Don't speak to me like that! Of all the years I've known you Vince, you've pulled some devious stuff but this has got to be the gold star of them all!"
"What exactly is that supposed to mean?"
"I've read all of that file Vince, you hired people to do your dirty work for you, and you hired them to destroy his business."
Vince cut her off. "He deserved it!"
"What if someone had been caught in any of those fires? What if an innocent person had been trapped? How would you feel then Vince? Would you feel so good about it then?"
"No one was."
"No but they could have been. How would you have felt then?"
"I didn't think about that. I."
"That's my point Vince you never think do you?" Linda was shouting as she got up off the couch. "You just do whatever's right for you, stuff everybody else! It doesn't matter if they get hurt, it doesn't matter about their feelings. As long as Vincent Kennedy McMahon gets his way, it doesn't matter who gets hurt along the way and that's how you've lived your entire life."
"Linda, no one did get hurt. And not that I was planning it, but now he's gone, we can get on with our lives."
"No Vince, I don't think I can. I'm tired of you always getting your way, no matter what it costs. I'm sick of always having to defend you against other people. I don't think I can defend your actions in this."
"No one asks you to defend me. I can stick up for myself I don't need you on my side."
"Really? Well then, if the great Vince McMahon doesn't need me on his side then what the hell am I doing here?!" Linda shouted, tears starting to blind her eyes. "Why have I wasted the majority of my life on someone who doesn't even thank me for it? Through everything Vince, I've been there for you, the steroid trial, the rape accusations, the sexual harassment allegations, the affairs, not being here when the kids were growing up, supporting you while you built up the business. I've given my life to you Vince, I've given you everything I've got and I don't even get a thank you for it. And now you've done this and I'm tired Vince, I'm tired of fighting everyone for you. I'm tired of justifying myself to people, people who ask why I'm still with you. I don't think I can do this again. I haven't got the energy to fight anymore." Linda shook her head. "And I don't know if I've got the energy to be your wife anymore."
Vince looked at her and blinked back tears. "Well, if that's the way you feel then maybe you should just go."
Linda nodded slowly. "Maybe I should."
With that she walked out of the room and upstairs to pack some of her things. She didn't say a word to Vince as she left the house and drove off into the dark, cold Connecticut night.