Dixie is married to Serg in the beginning of this one. Pretty much a Serg basher in this chapter.
Dixie was sick of it. Sick of the lies, sick of the affairs. Yes, she knew full well about the other women in her husband's bed. When she was busy, either away at the office in Orlando, or dealing with issues at home while he took care of his own business, Serg was more than happy to find a replacement bed warmer. Knockouts, ring rats, it didn't matter to him. As long as they were relatively attractive and female, he'd take them back to his hotel room. Or, on his most daring occasions, back to their home. The brunette could always tell when one of his 'friends' had been over, because the sheets were clean. Serg never did laundry otherwise.
Of course, when they'd started going out he had a reputation for being a heartbreaker, but she'd fallen in love with him. And that was the only reason that she'd stayed throughout the years, because she loved him and because he always told her he loved her. Her friends thought she was insane for sticking with him throughout everything, but no matter what he was always sweet and loving with her, bringing her flowers for no reason. Not to mention she'd had no solid proof anyway of an affair.
Her proof had come when a security tape had been slipped under her office door at the Impact Zone. She'd been wary, but had been horrified to discover it was essentially a sex tape of her husband fucking one of the knockouts in a storage cupboard. The screeching had tipped it off to be Madison Rayne, and despite herself Dixie hadn't been able to force herself to get rid of it.
The final straw for her had been when Serg stalked out to the ring and sucker punched AJ Styles. She hadn't ever cheated on him, and just because of a few photos and a video, not to mention an edited phone call, he suddenly believed that she was the cheater. She'd never taken any action against him or his little girlfriends, and suddenly she was in the wrong?
Standing in the corner of that ring Dixie had realised two things. First of all, that she had to get away from Serg. He wasn't good for her, and that never made for a good relationship. Secondly, that her feelings for one of her best friends Sting weren't exactly platonic. She'd always been attracted to him, but she'd forced it down in favour of being faithful to her husband. Even just as a friend, he'd been better to her than Serg ever had. Case in point, just the fact that Sting listened to her meant the world to her. Months ago, her friend had kept himself from attacking Bobby Roode just because she grabbed his arm, no matter how pissed at him Sting was, and no matter that Roode was a viable threat to her safety. That night, Serg had punched AJ regardless of the fact that AJ had been quite literally saving her ass for months, and was no threat to her, and she'd grabbed his arm much harder than she'd grabbed a hold of Stings.
Her chance came a week later. She'd opted to stay in Dallas for a couple of extra days before heading to the live tapings, whereas Serg had decided to go on to Orlando and get some work done. He was supposed to be leaving Orlando the day before she got there, so on Tuesday afternoon she'd placed her wedding ring on the kitchen table on top of the divorce papers she'd had drawn up, packed her stuff and walked out of the door. Deciding where to go had been easy enough, and she'd soon ended up where she was now, across the city in front of Sting's door.
Tapping on the front door, she was a little nervous but mostly excited and exhilarated. The adrenaline from finally leaving Serg was pumping through her body, and she knew that Sting would be happy for her.
"Hey Dix," he greeted with a slightly confused smile once he pulled the door open. "Everything ok?"
"I left him," she told him, a grin threatening to split her face in two. "I left him."
"Woo hoo!" he yelled in a totally uncharacteristic way, lifting her straight off her feet in a bear hug and spinning her around. Dixie's hands automatically went to his shoulders for unneeded support, every part of her trusting that he wouldn't drop her, and she laughed, her head falling back and her unbound hair flying around the two of them.
"Come in, come in!" he insisted once he'd put her down, stepping aside and waving her inside.
"Thanks Steve," she said gratefully, shouldering the duffle bag by her feet and giggling when he took it from her, slinging it over the shoulder furthest from her and slinging his free arm around her shoulders.
"You're staying," he said calmly, leaving no room for arguments. "You're welcome for as long as you need to, no rush." Dixie grinned and nudged his side with her shoulder.
"That's sweet of you," she said, laughing when he flexed his fingers in mock warning, a wide grin on his face.
"You know you're one of my best friends Dix," he teased. "And now that you've gotten rid of that scum bag there's no reason for you not to stay." She laughed at his words, but despite that she could hear the sincerity in his voice, in his words. And she could tell by all of that, plus his actions that he truly cared. And that feeling, the one that made her feel like she was wanted, was one of the most amazing feelings that she'd had in a long time.