The next day.
Linda woke the next day feeling like she had been hit by an 18-wheeler. She rolled over and looked at the clock. 7:00 Am. For a moment she wondered where she was and then she remembered, the fight, the things that were said. She let out a deep sigh as she sat up and looked in the mirror that was at the bottom of her bed.
Her eyes and cheeks were red and puffy, she looked like she had gone ten rounds with Tyson.
She suddenly remembered the meeting that she had at 10:00am that day, she groaned. Linda got up and switched the shower on as she thought of the long, painful day that was awaiting her.
Meanwhile in the McMahon Mansion, Vince was still sitting on the living room floor that he had collapsed onto the previous night.
He hadn't had a wink of sleep and had just stared at the same spot all night long, thinking about everything.
Although Linda had threatened it in the past, Vince had never thought that she would walk out on him. He had taken her for-granted and that fact was slowly beginning to dawn on him. All night he had tried to turn it around on her, trying to convince himself that it was her fault and she'd soon come back to him but it wasn't working.
Vince knew that he had taken it too far this time, Linda had her pride and this time she wasn't just going to swallow it and stick by him like she had many times before. This time it was different and Vince knew it, when she walked out of that door, she had taken Vince's heart and soul with her. He had to get her back because otherwise Vince would not be able to carry on and he understood that. Linda was his life; she was his strength and without her Vince would fall apart.
He slowly got up and walked out of the living room and upstairs where he switched on the shower and began to get undressed. Vince was just going through the motions; he didn't think about what he was doing, he just knew it had to be done.
Linda woke the next day feeling like she had been hit by an 18-wheeler. She rolled over and looked at the clock. 7:00 Am. For a moment she wondered where she was and then she remembered, the fight, the things that were said. She let out a deep sigh as she sat up and looked in the mirror that was at the bottom of her bed.
Her eyes and cheeks were red and puffy, she looked like she had gone ten rounds with Tyson.
She suddenly remembered the meeting that she had at 10:00am that day, she groaned. Linda got up and switched the shower on as she thought of the long, painful day that was awaiting her.
Meanwhile in the McMahon Mansion, Vince was still sitting on the living room floor that he had collapsed onto the previous night.
He hadn't had a wink of sleep and had just stared at the same spot all night long, thinking about everything.
Although Linda had threatened it in the past, Vince had never thought that she would walk out on him. He had taken her for-granted and that fact was slowly beginning to dawn on him. All night he had tried to turn it around on her, trying to convince himself that it was her fault and she'd soon come back to him but it wasn't working.
Vince knew that he had taken it too far this time, Linda had her pride and this time she wasn't just going to swallow it and stick by him like she had many times before. This time it was different and Vince knew it, when she walked out of that door, she had taken Vince's heart and soul with her. He had to get her back because otherwise Vince would not be able to carry on and he understood that. Linda was his life; she was his strength and without her Vince would fall apart.
He slowly got up and walked out of the living room and upstairs where he switched on the shower and began to get undressed. Vince was just going through the motions; he didn't think about what he was doing, he just knew it had to be done.