Ch 8

Over the next few days, Mark and Stacy spent the time just relaxing both trying not to think about what would happen when they saw their spouses again. Saturday afternoon came too fast for both of them as Mark drove the San Diego streets heading to the arena. He pulled through the gates finding a spot. He parked the car looking over at Stacy seeing she was deep in thought.

"Talk to me," he lightly touched her hand making her look at him.

"I wish you didn't have to go through this," she softly said making him smile that she cared so much.

"I can deal with whatever comes my way. I don't want you worrying," he squeezed her hand gently.

"Mark, will you promise me something?" her eyes locked on his as she swallowed hard asking.

"I will try me best to," his voice was filled with concern as he felt her hesitation and worries.

"Promise me you won't hit Dave the moment you see him," she almost whispered seeing the pain flash in his eyes before he blinked it away. Mark didn't say anything for a few minutes just stared into her eyes as thoughts of how he wanted nothing more than to destroy Batista went through his mind till they were taken over by thoughts of Stacy and how upset she would be if he got into a fight. "I'm sorry Mark I shouldn't ask that of you. Just forget I even mentioned it," her cheeks turned a rosy red as she looked away from him.

"Stacy, don't be like that," he grabbed her chin making her look at him. "I promise I won't touch Batista unless he comes at me then I will defend myself. I'm not planning to confront them. I have an idea to out your sister as the cheating whore that she is."

"Thank you Mark," she smiled setting his heart at ease as her worries faded slightly.

"I don't want you to ever be afraid to ask me anything again," Mark slowly let go of her hand as she opened the door.

"I should know better then to be afraid of you at all. You're always a sweet caring guy," she grinned getting out of the car. Her eyes suddenly went to a limo pulling up. Her breathe caught in her throat as the driver opened the door and laughter filled the air as Dave got out pulling Stephanie into his arms kissing her passionately. "Oh no," Stacy glanced over as Mark was getting out of the truck and saw the couple. Stacy's heart ached with pain watching Mark's face fill with sadness and anger as he watched his wife kiss Dave all the way into the building. As the door shut behind them, Mark hit the roof of the truck in frustration. He resisted with every ounce of his strength to not go after them. He knew it wasn't the right time yet. He had a plan to make them both pay and he was going to stick to it no matter how much Stephanie flaunted her affair with Dave. He closed his eyes for a minute trying to calm his soaring blood pressure down. Suddenly he felt Stacy's gentle touch on his cheek. He opened his eyes seeing tears glistening in her eyes.

"I will help you make my sister pay. Its killing me she is treating you like this," she whispered fighting her tears.

"Stacy, I'll be fine," he wrapped his arms around her pulling her close. He rested his head against her letting the forbidden comfort of having her against him calm his troubled soul. Stacy listened to his heartbeat settling down for a few minutes before slowly pushing away from him.

"Are you ready to head in?" she searched his green eyes seeing so much turmoil still haunting him.

"Yeah, I want to see if your Dad is here," he rubbed his face in frustration.

"My Dad? Why?"

"I'll tell you soon," he put his arm around her shoulders. "Stacy, just trust me, okay?"

"You know I trust you," she nodded knowing he had his reasons he didn't want to tell her yet and she respected that.

A few hours later Stacy was sitting quietly reading in Mark's locker room while he worked out and took care of a few things before the show. She had tried to find Adam earlier hoping to take him by surprise only to find out he wasn't working the house show. His back was bothering him so her father had told Adam to rest for the night. She tried calling his cell getting voice mail numerous times. She finally gave up planning to track him down after the show.

"Hey Stacy, Mark asked me to come get you. He wants to show you something," Glen Jacobs said opening the door already dressed in his ring attire.

"Did he say what?" she asked following the massive man down the busy halls.

"You know Mark he is a man of few words," Glen grinned pointing to Mark standing near the end of one of the halls peering around the corner.

"What are you doing?" Stacy neared him surprised when he gently yanked her against him and motioned for Glen to get against the wall.

"Sorry they might see one of us then my plan will go up in smoke," Mark whispered giving her an apologetic look.

"Plan?" her and Glen both asked in unison.

"Shh, here she comes," Mark pointed to Stephanie humming on her way down the hall. She stopped outside one of the locker rooms cautiously looking around before going in. A few minutes later Dave came the same way opening the door.

"Why is your wife with Batista?" Glen poked Mark's shoulder.

"She is a lying slut and its time her father saw her that way so when I divorce her ass he won't have any issues," Mark kept his voice low as Vince came down the hall talking on his cell. He scanned the locker room doors then put his hand on the one where Stephanie and Dave where. "Come on Vince go in already," Mark said not realizing he was holding Stacy tightly against him as she watched with wide eyes wondering what would happen.

"I'll call you later Linda. I have to meet with Stephanie now," Vince hung up pulling the locker room door open. "What the hell are you doing?" his voice echoed down the hall making Stacy shake slightly. "Stephanie!"

"I'll be right back. Its show time," Mark whispered near her ear slowly letting her go. He took a deep breathe rounding the corner as Vince continued to curse at his daughter and her lover. "What is the ruckus about?" Mark rushed down the hall towards Vince. Vince nervously stared at his son in law. "What Vince spit it out!"

"Umm ummm," Vince nervously twitched under the weight of his son in law's menacing stare. "We have a problem," Vince stuttered over the words in fear pointing to Stephanie pulling on her shirt as Dave zipped up his pants.

"You whore!" Mark roared going towards his wife almost knocking Vince over.

"Mark! Calm down!" Vince tried to restrain him as Dave stepped in front of Stephanie ready to defend her. Stephanie violently trembled never seeing Mark so mad and the disappointment in her father's stare. She could handle Mark's anger but not her father being upset with her. She swallowed hard trying to think of the right words to say to not make the situation worse.

"I'm sorry I …," Stephanie's eyes darted from her husband to her father as thoughts ran through her mind.

"You're not sorry enough wait till I'm done with you," Mark yelled pushing against Vince.

"You have to go through me to get to her," Dave stared Mark down.

"Oh I have no problem with that," Mark didn't back down.

"Enough stop it both of you!" Vince exclaimed letting out an aggravated sigh. "Stephanie, get to my office now!" Vince pointed at her and in a heartbeat she raced out of the room leaving her father to deal with her husband and lover. "Dave, I want you to pack up your shit and go back to the hotel you're done for the night. Do not come near my daughter again or I'll fire your ass! Get the hell out of my sight!" Vince's face turned an angry red as he shoved Dave towards the door. Dave stared daggers through Mark for a moment before leaving the room. "Mark, I'm sorry for my daughter's actions. I'll pay for the best marriage counselor to help you two."

"Counselor?" Mark stared at Vince in disbelief. "That's bullshit. I want a divorce. If she cheated on me once she will do it again. I'm not staying married to someone I can't trust."

"A divorce wouldn't be a good idea. I would highly be against that," Vince said with a warning tone.

"The hell with you Vince you can't run my life," Mark stormed out of the room slamming the door. Vince stood there for a few minutes rubbing his aching head trying to figure out how to fix his daughter's mess. He took a deep breathe heading to his office finding Stephanie balled up in a chair crying.

"Dad I'm so sorry," she cried jumping out of the chair.

"Stephanie, do you understood what you have done? Mark is going to divorce you and he has all the power. He will drag your name through the mud all because you couldn't keep your lust under control. Damn it why didn't you keep your affair away from the work place?"

"It just happened. Mark wasn't fulfilling my needs. I worked late one night with Dave and one thing led to another," she softly said.

"How long Stephanie?"

"Umm," she nervously looked at the floor.

"Answer me now!"

"I've been with Dave for almost 6 months," she cringed seeing her father run a hand through his hair and look up at the ceiling. "I'm happy with Dave. I'm not happy with Mark anymore. He wants to tie me down with kids."

"He's your husband it's only natural he wants a family. I would like to have grandchildren too."

"Don't you dare start with me like him. I don't want a baby now," she glared at her father.

"You rather be a whore then a wife and a mother what a decision," Vince rubbed his face.

"I'm not a whore! I've only been with Dave," she screamed.

"Whatever Stephanie, I can't deal with you right now. You better fix this mess," Vince stomped out of the room. Stephanie collapsed back into the chair looking at her wedding ring. She tore it off her finger throwing it the trash can. She wasn't about to try to mend things with Mark to save face with her father.