I woke up the next day, tired and dazed. I looked down at my top to notice that it was wrinkly, probably due to all the crying I did last night. I got up and looked in a mirror, to notice my eyes were red and puffy. I quickly wiped my tears away and took a quick shower. The hot water was the best thing that happened to me all week. I wished the water could wash all my guilt and infidelity away, but we all don't get our wishes. I got out and got dressed. I looked over to the bed to see Randy was still asleep. He looked so peaceful. The angry features smoothed out his face, to give him a soft and peaceful tone. I kissed his head and sighed.

Why were things complicated? How had I gone from the perfect wife and the perfect mother, to one of the worst wives in the world? First, John, then Adam, what was wrong with me? I looked over at the clock. It read 12:34 P.M. I shook Randy awake. "Baby, wake up. You've got to get up, you can't miss your flight," I looked over at his ring, which had glimmered due to the sunlight being thrown into the room by the window. I could read the little engraving on the ring. It read, I love you. I began to think if he thought I still meant those words...which I completely did. I heard him groan. He got up and I took in the view of his body. He was shirtless, always a good look. I let my eyes wander to his sculpted abs. He wore black, silk pajama pants on. "Good Morning," I whispered to him. He looked at me and smirked. "Morning,"

"Where is Kendra?" He asked, looking over the stacks of mail set on the dresser. I sighed and bit my lower lip. "With my parents," He looked at me and shook his head. "Why is she always...never mind. I can't be late for my flight," He gave me a look before walking out the room and heading into the room. I heard the water for the shower turn on and I sighed. I ran my fingers through my dark jet black hair and took a look at the calender. Monday came and strolled around fast. I wouldn't be able to see Randy for the next two days.

15 minutes later, I heard the shower turn off. I waited a good 5 minutes before I saw the door open. Randy stepped out the room, letting a trail of steam come after him. He had a glare on his face, like he was in deep thought. "Whats wrong?" I asked. I feared for the answer he would give me. He got dressed and shook his head, letting a sigh follow. "Nothing. Ever since management wanted Legacy back, I realized how annoying Cody and Ted really are. Ted likes to complain about his fucking marriage problem with Maryse, and Cody is just...ugh." He put his jacket on and grabbed his suitcase. He put them downstairs towards the door. "Well, I have to go, I'll call you later," He gave me a peck on my lips. I nodded and smiled a little. "Alright, love you," I yelled to him as he went outside. He smiled and yelled over his shoulder, "Love you too," I saw him get in the taxi and the bright yellow car drove off.

Little did Randy know, I had my own plans for the day.


"Dana, I feel like were not making any progress,"

The voice spoke to me. I laid back in the chair and sighed. "Well, I've never been in therapy. I don't know how to make progress," I looked at the woman who was in the navy blue suit who sat next to me. She shifted her glasses from her eyes onto the desk next to her. I looked around and took in small glances of the diplomas that filled her walls. "Ms. Levitt, I-" I started. "No. I told you, when your here, I want you to feel close to me. Its not Ms. Levitt, Its Angel," I nodded. "Do you have the time?" I asked quietly.

She nodded and took a look at her watch. "6:30 P.M." I gasped and got up. "Angel, I have to go," She shook her head and examined me and wrote something on her clipboard. "Dana, you still have 20 minutes left of your session," She said. She ran her fingers through her dark red hair and gave me a look. "I have to go pick my daughter up," I grabbed my jacket and put it on. Even though the season was about to shift into Autumn, it was incredibly chilly outside. "Alright," She said. "Dana listen to me, I want to help you with your problem. Have you...have you told Randy you came to me today?" She asked, tapping her fingers on her desk. I shook my head no. "Alright, because I feel, if Randy was here while we were having your sessions, I could evaluate the problem more at hand,"

I laughed to myself. The statement she said was so funny to me, that I threw my head back in amusement. "You know, to say you went to school for 5 years, and you have all these diplomas, that sure was a dumb-ass thing you just said," She shook her head and continued to tap her fingers on the desk, letting her french tips make a tap-tap noise. I walked out the room and I immediately heard yelling. I saw a large shadow head out a room.

"Alright Maryse, you know what, I'm done with you! Don't fucking come back either, alright!" He yelled to her. I looked at my watch and I noticed it was now 6:45 P.M. Kendra can wait, my parents have her, I thought. I stood by the door and continued to be nosy and watch what unfolded in front of me. "Vas te faire encule Ted je vous hais! You'll be back like you always were! You cant live without me because new flash honey, you love me!" The woman with the thick french accent yelled back. I saw her move out the room to see she had her long hair pulled back in a bun, letting strands of blonde hair fall over her face. She was in a a cream colored dress that hugged her curves with a Louis Vuitton bag over her shoulder. She went back in the room and slammed the door shut.

I moved closer to the man to notice it was Ted DiBiase Jr. His eyes moved down to me and smiled. "The woman Randy talks about 24/7, Mrs. Orton," He reached over and shook my hand. He moved it closer to his lips to give my hand a small, gentle kiss. I giggled and blushed. "What are you doing her Ted? Aren't you supposed to be on the plane with Cody and Randy?" I asked quietly. "I've umm...been having marriage problems with... Maryse," As soon as he said her name a look of disgust appeared on his face. "Oh, how sad," I said putting a pout on my face.

He looked at me and smiled, giving me a view of his pearly, white teeth. "I would love to continue this conversation but... I have to go meet my father," He reached in his pocket before giving me a small piece of paper with his number on it. "Call me anytime you wanna talk," I looked at him and smirked. "Aren't I your best friend's wife. You were the best man at our wedding," He laughed. "I know, but...I can't help myself," I smiled and nodded. "I'll give you a call, Ted," He smiled. "Alright, I'll be waiting,"

I guess a call from Ted DiBiase Jr., is where all million dollar dreams come true.