Ch 2
After the fireworks, Mark and Stacy walked back to the party. A strange silence overtook them as they got closer. Stacy slowed her pace not wanting to go back to the party. Mark felt the same way wishing they could go back to the yacht.
"Do you think anyone missed us?" Stacy broke the silence.
"I doubt it," Mark answered as they came up the path near the first party tent. Right away Mark saw his wife slow dancing way too close to Dave Batista. "I don't think your sis is missing me," Mark pointed the couple out to Jen.
"Oh Mark, I'm so sorry my sister is an idiot. You're a great guy. She shouldn't be treating you like this," Stacy's heart ached seeing the sadness in Mark's eyes as he kept watching Stephanie sway with Dave. Stephanie laughed running her fingers slowly along Dave's cheek. "This is ridiculous," Stacy started to go towards her sister when Mark gently grabbed her wrist pulling her back towards the garden. "What are you doing? I'm going to talk some sense into her."
"Satcy, leave it alone I'll deal with her in my own way," Mark kept a hold of her wrist.
"What way?"
"I'll tell you soon. Right now I'm heading home. She'll show up later. Will you be okay?" Mark felt bad leaving Satcy alone but he needed to get away before he lost his temper and made a scene.
"I'll be fine. I'm going to head home too. I'm not in the mood for this party. I don't see Adam anywhere. He is probably still following my father around," Stacy softly said.
"You know your husband so well," Mark nodded behind her at Vince talking to Ric Flair while Adam sat listening intently. His face was filled with nothing but admiration for his father in law.
"I wasn't missed either," Stacy watched her hubby seeing no concern on his face. She had been gone for over three hours and he didn't even seem to know. If my Dad disappeared for five minutes he would be searching all over, she thought looking away from her husband.
"Come on I'll walk you home," Mark put his arm around her.
"You don't have to do that," she didn't move.
"I'm heading that way and I want to," Mark gently tugged her. She nodded ok heading in the direction of her home.
"Are you going to try to talk to Stephanie about what you saw?"
"No point, she'll just say it was innocent," Mark said remembering all the times he had tried to mention to her before he didn't like her friendly ways with his male coworkers.
"I'm really sorry Mark," Stacy felt awful for the way her sister was acting.
"Stacy, please stop apologizing. You haven't done anything. You can't control your sister and what she does," Mark said as they neared the trail leading to Stacy's home. "I think its time for a divorce."
"Mark, my father will destroy your career the moment you say that word to Stephanie," she trembled just thinking of how evil her father could be when he wanted to.
"I know, I'm still trying to figure things out," Mark ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Do you want to meet me tomorrow morning to take the dogs walking around 8? We can talk more about my mess with Stephanie if you don't mind. "
"Sure, I don't mind maybe I can find a way to help," she answered as her home came into view.
"Thanks Stacy," Mark said as they neared her front door.
"Anytime, I'll see you tomorrow," Stacy said kissing his cheek.
"Good night," Mark gave her a big hug feeling comfort having her in his arms for only a few moments.
"Good night," she gave him a quick wave heading into the house. Mark hesitated outside till he saw the lights come on one by one till her bedroom light turned on. He slowly walked over to his own home wondering how long it would be till his wife came home.
Mark sat on the back porch throwing a ball for his dog to catch. Quincy ran through the woods finding it every time. Mark was about to throw it again when he heard laughter. He looked towards the path seeing Stephanie coming on Dave Batista's arm. The two of them were laughing and whispering in one another ear. Stephanie suddenly looked up seeing her husband.
"Hi Hon, I thought you would be asleep," Stephanie said half smiling.
"I wasn't tired. I figured I'd wait for my wife," Mark said glaring at Dave. "Isn't it kind of late to bring company home?"
"I was just walking her home," Dave said wanting no problems with Taker. "Good night Steph," Dave kissed her cheek hurrying back down the path.
"Have you been home all night? I didn't see you once at the party after I told you to not disappear," Stephanie angrily asked deciding to tick her husband off since he had ruined her plans for the evening with Dave.
"I was there Steph. I think you were just too busy with Batista," Mark shot back at her.
"Oh don't start, I wasn't doing anything with Dave just having a good time. Since you don't dance or party at all. I like to have a good time sometime is that a crime?"
"No Steph, your crime is breaking our wedding vows right in front of my eyes. Do you think I'm blind and stupid?" Taker raised his voice making her stomp her foot. "If I wasn't up right now you would be jumping Dave's bones."
"How dare you say that!" Stephanie exclaimed. "I'm not arguing with you. I'm going to bed. You can sleep in the guest room tonight!"
"I've been sleeping there for the last four months so why would I think tonight would be any different," Mark yelled back at her.
"I hate you Mark!"
"Good then do me the favor and divorce me then you can go be a whore without worrying about me catching you," Mark stared into her defiant brown eyes.
"You keep acting like this and I will," she stormed past him flinging open the screen door. She hesitated turning around to glare at him. "Oh by the way if I divorce you I'm going to make damn sure your career is over and you're left with nothing. I will make your life a living hell. You'll be begging me to stop."
"Its not wise to threaten me Steph."
"I'm not threatening it's a promise. I will make you suffer so if I were you I shut up and be a good husband," Stephanie wickedly smile making Mark laugh.
"Screw you Stephanie, I'm not afraid. You start the war I swear I'll be the one finishing it not even your precious Daddy will be able to help you," Mark stared her down making a chill run down Stephanie's back. She slammed the door running upstairs.
"Damn it!" Mark hit the deck rail in frustration.
"Mark, is everything ok? I heard all the yelling," Stacy asked heading in his direction. She had just gotten out of the shower when she heard the commotion. She didn't even think just put on her dark blue short robe and hurried to her sister's.
"I interrupted Stephanie's and Batista's plans for the night. I can't believe she bought him back here. She was going to screw another man in our home in our bed. Maybe she has already been screwing other guys," Mark let out a frustrated sigh as Stacy came on the porch. She was about to say something when pillows and blankets started flying out the back door.
"I don't want you in this house. You can sleep outside with your precious mutt," Stephanie huffed and puffed throwing some of his clothes out. She stopped suddenly when she saw her younger sister. "Oh hi Stacy, what are you doing here?" she turned red with embarrassment.
"I heard yelling and came to check it out," Stacy said staring her sister down.
"We're just having a spat. You don't have to be concerned. We'll be fine after some time apart. You can go back home," Stephanie said ignoring the angry glare of her husband as he shook his head. Stephanie pretended to yawn. "I'm really tired I'll call you tomorrow sis. Good night." Stacy was about to respond when Mark covered her mouth as Stephanie rushed into the house locking the door and pulling the curtain.
"Stacy, please don't," Mark said slowly taking his hand away.
"She can't treat you like this. It's not right you are her husband," she shook her head in disgust looking at his things thrown around the porch. She started to pick them up.
"I'll get them. You better get back home," Mark joined her picking up the pillows and blanket.
"I'm going home and you're coming with me. You're not going to sleep outside. You can use one of the guest bedrooms," she said carrying his things back towards her house before he could even say a word.
"Its no big deal. I'll go to a hotel," Mark followed after her.
"Mark, please why should you go to a hotel. We have four bedrooms that no one is using," Stacy said as she neared her back deck.
"I don't want to be a bother. You should ask Adam first," Mark caught her arm before she could open the back door.
"Ask me what?" Adam asked coming through the darkness looking at his wife and brother in law.
"Stephanie kicked Mark out. I told him to stay here for the night but he is trying to go to a hotel," she said as Mark let her go.
"I don't want to impose," Mark said glancing at Adam.
"Mark, please stay as long as you need its no problem. We have plenty of room," Adam smiled taking some of Mark's stuff from Jen. "Come on we'll get you settled in," Adam opened the sliding door into the kitchen. He headed through the dining room and living room into the massive foyer with the oak staircase to the upstairs. Adam went up the stairs opening the first door they came to on the right leading to a bedroom suite. "You can stay here. If you need anything our room is right at the end of the hall," Adam pointed to the double doors leading to their master suite.
"Thanks I really appreciate this," Mark said putting his stuff down on the king bed looking around at the room tastefully decorated in dark blue.
"Its really no problem. What is family for?" Adam said putting his arm around Stacy kissing her forehead. "If you don't mind me asking why did Steph kick you out?"
"She didn't like that I interrupted her evening with Batista," Mark felt his blood boil as images of his wife with Dave flashed.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you two can work it out," Adam patted Mark's shoulder. "We'll see," Mark rubbed his face in frustration looking over at Stacy noticing how quiet she had gotten since Adam arrived. "I should let you two get some sleep. Thanks again."
Adam and Stacy said their goodnights heading out into the hall.