Jada and Alexa lost the tag team titles to Naomi and Sasha Banks at the PPV. Dean was sure it was Brock's doing. The titles now belonged to a SmackDown team, and Jada would have no reason going there anymore. Dean had also been told he would be on SmackDown after the PPV. Again he was sure it was Brock's doing. Keeping them apart on purpose.

The former Shield brothers delivered one hell of a match. Roman came out victorious to a mixed reaction of boos and cheers. This was it. Dean was back with WWE, Roman was still the top dog, and Seth would go back to Raw tomorrow.

He hadn't been able to get near her at all the entire day. Brock had been over her constantly, and mostly they were back in Brock's locker room. The way Brock smirked at Dean made him know that Brock knew exactly what he was doing.

After the PPV he had gone back to his hotel room. Roman and Seth offered to share room with him but he declined. He needed to be alone. He sat on his bed with a bottle of water. How far he had come from the days where he would hold a beer or a bottle of whiskey in his hand. His phone started ringing and he answered it without even checking to see who it was.

"What?" He asked.
"Dean?" She asked.
"Jada?" He asked.

He thought it was Roman or Seth calling. He hadn't thought she would call when Brock was around. Her voice was low so he figured Brock wasn't too far away.

"Are you okay? Has he hurt you? Do you need my help?" He asked.
"I'm fine. He's sleeping. I'm out on the balcony. I'm keeping an eye on him through the window so if I suddenly hang up, you know why. Don't call back if that happens," she said.
"I won't," he said. "What's going on, Jada?"

He heard her breathe in and out a couple of times before she started speaking again.

"What if I walk away?" She asked.
"Don't leave me. I know I deserve it but I'm fucking begging you. Please, don't leave me," he said.
"No, I mean from WWE," she said. "Would you be able to function in a relationship if we were in different companies. I can't really hold the whole AEW thing against you with your depression. It wasn't you. I understand that. It still hurts but I still fucking love you, Dean. Would you be able to do it if I walk away?"
"I would," he said. "Nothing will ever break us apart again. I swear. I will never let it get out of hand like that again."
"Impact made me an offer," she said.
"Impact?" He asked.
"You know I have friends there," she said.
"I know," he said. "Impact is a good place. Their knockouts division is strong. You'll thrive there."
"I think so too," she said.

She held a pause and he listened to her breathing. He would stay on the line with her all night just listening to that if that was what she wanted.

"My contract was up tonight," she said.
"What? Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.
"I didn't tell anyone," she said. "I told Vince I need a month off before resigning. Brock doesn't even know yet. No one knows but you. I was hoping to figure out how to get away. I live with him, Dean."
"Oh no," he said.
"Not by choice. He told me to move in and sell the house. He actually thinks I put it up for sale. I told him I did. I can't exactly sell it without you. Your name is still on the papers. Isn't it funny how half of the mortgage came into my account every month? You still had some decency after you left me," she said.

He smirked at those words. He had continued paying his half the last three years. He knew he owed her that much, and it was his weird way of trying to tell her that he still loved her. He had been surprised that no lawyer ever got in contact with him about selling the house. He wasn't going to suggest it himself. She deserved to live in that house if she wanted to, and he would continue paying until the mortgage was paid off whether he lived there or not. The house was hers. He wasn't going to chase her out of it.

"I moved some of my stuff there. Just crap. Clothes I don't care about. You know I'm not into fashion. I don't care what happens to it. I was smart not moving it all. If I can get back home, I'm good," she said.
"Do you need a ride?" He asked.
"That too," she said.
"What else do you need?" He asked.
"To figure out how to get away from him," she answered. "I'm still here with him. He's on Raw tomorrow and I'm going to the arena with him before going home with him. He won't leave me alone for a second. If I go home with him tomorrow, I have to come clean about not working for a month. He'll force me to resign. I'll be stuck with him forever, and I can't do that, Dean. I just can't fucking do that anymore. One way or another, I'll get free of him. Even if I have to die to get free."
"You're scaring me," he said.
"I'm scaring myself," she said.

She sniffled on her end. He knew she fought keeping the tears back. He wished he could be there to comfort her.

"I wanna erase the last three years and go home with you," she said.
"I want that too," he said.
"I feel like this is our final goodbye, and I hate it," she said.

He gritted his teeth, stood up, and stared at his mirror image. He could see it in his eyes. He could feel it in every bone of his body.

"We're going home together!" He said firmly.
"Dean," she sighed.
"No, you listen to me, killer," he said. "I'm making sure of it. Leave it to me. Just fucking trust me on this one."
"Shit!" She mumbled.

The line was cut and he knew Brock had woken up. He left his room and ran to Roman and Seth's room. He started pounding on the door to wake them up. Roman finally opened the door and Dean barged in, nearly knocking Roman over in the process.

"Where's the fire?" Roman asked.
"I got a plan but I need your help," Dean said. "Jada needs our help."