"Oh my God! Brock what are you doing here?" She was paralyzed with shock. After all this time, her ex was standing in front of her. She hadn't laid eyes on him since he walked out of her life almost a year ago.

"Hi Mel." His blue eyes twinkling. "Are you going to sign my picture or what?" He smiled as he leaned over the table. "Make it out to ...Brock."

"You can't be serious. You walk out of my life a year ago, I don't hear from you at all, then you show up all of a sudden pretending to want an autograph? This isn't the place nor the time." She realized she had raised her voice and glanced around to see if anyone else was paying attention to the situation at hand. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Batista watching them closely.

"What are you talking about Melony? I've tried calling countless times, but you had your number changed and no one would give me your new number. I went by your townhouse and it was apparent you moved since strangers answered your door. I know you never check your email, so I sent you a letter by US Mail, you didn't receive it?"

She looked up at him in confusion.

"What letter? Never mind, don't answer that. I don't want to hear your excuses, lies or anything else you have to say."

"But Melony." Brock pleaded. "I wrote you a letter explaining everything. I finally got your new address about three weeks ago. When did you move to Atlanta?"

"Mel...Is there a problem here?" Batista asked as he stood next to her eyeing Brock closely.

"No Dave. It's ok." Dave nodded. "Look Lesnar, this isn't the place. Whatever problem you need to clear up, save it til the fans leave."

"Dave's right. You know I can't believe you have the nerve to show up here. WHY are you here?"

"Nerve? Mel I told you I was coming in the letter. I've come back for you."

"What?" Her mouth fell open in disbelief. Conceited bastard! Did he really think he could march back into her life like some over demanding brute and she would melt in his arms? He apparently hadn't heard the news that she was married now. She was losing her patience with the whole situation. Fans were demanding attention and Brock was holding up her line. Thankfully the fans were blocking Chris's line of vision, otherwise all hell would surely break loose. She scanned the room and noticed Dean making his way over. This situation was getting sticker with each passing minute. A kid in Batista's line was the first one to verbally acknowledge Brock's presence and as soon as the word of who he was got established, the room filled with possible WWE comeback rumors.

"Mr Lesnar, can I have your autograph?" The small brown haired boy asked handing Brock a blank piece of notebook paper.

"Sure thing little man. What's you're name?"

"Ian."

Brock scrawled his signature across the paper and handed it back. "There you go Ian." He ruffled the boy's hair and smiled.

"What brings you here Brock?" Dean asked as he walked over to the taller blonde man.

"I'm here the same as everyone else...to get an autograph." Brock smiled arrogantly.

"Well, you're holding up the line. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Dean glanced at Mel who seemed to be lost in a trance.

"Sure as soon as I get my autograph, I'll leave."

Mel looked up at him waiting nothing more than to be able to slap that confident smirk right off his face. She snatched the photo up and penned her name across the faces of the smiling couple in the photograph. "Bastard." She mumbled through gritted teeth.

"That wasn't called for sweetheart. Now sign one of your promos for me and do it right. Please." The tone of his voice was subdued as he was practically begging. For an instant she almost felt like having seeing how far he would actually go to get the picture. But she needed to get him out of there before Chris spotted him. Her heart was racing, she was a bundle of nerves. She signed the picture and slid it across the table. The room seemed to close in on her as Brock was talking to her but she couldn't understand him. All she could hear was the beating of her own heart. She felt a wave of nausea and fought to catch her breath.

"Mel, meet me tonight. We really need to talk, there's so much I need to say to you. Please just give me twenty minutes."

She stood up, her body trembling. The urge to pass out was overwhelming her. "I can't." She ran out of the conference room and didn't stop running until she was safely outside. She closed her eyes and literally gulped for air. Each breath bringing her back to reality. Sitting down on the concrete sidewalk she rested her head on her knees. Was this really happening? In a matter of minutes her world had went from perfect to spinning out of control. And she didn't even realize the half of it. What did he mean, he'd come back for her? Like she was his property or something. What nerve. She fought to keep her anger at bay and pulled out her cell and dialed Autumn's number, hoping she could say something, anything, to shed some light on things, because she'd be damned if she knew what to make out of things. The phone rang and Autumn finally picked up.

"Brock's back."

"What do you mean Brock's back?"

"He just showed up here and..." Mel inhaled and let out a sigh. "He wants me back. He mentioned something about writing me a letter. Do you know anything about it?"

Autumn laughed. "Why would I know anything about it? And since when does Brock write? The dumb blonde neanderthal can barely spell his own name."

"Audi, this is no time for jokes. I thought maybe it went to your mailbox or something."

"Sorry Mel. I haven't gotten any of your mail lately. Did you ask Chris?"

She hadn't even considered that Chris may have intercepted the letter. Oh God!

"No I haven't said anything to Chris. I'm hoping he didn't see Brock. I mean I know word will eventually get to him. But I'd rather avoid any and all talks of Brock Lesnar for the day. Hey, let me call you back." She hung up the phone as her husband walked up to her.

Chris stood taking in the site of her. He had no idea what was going on. He had just happened to glance up and see her running out the door. Naturally he went looking for her. Mel gazed into his questioning blue eyes and lunged herself into the security of his arms.

"Mel what happened? Are you ok?" He stroked her hair softly as he held her tightly to his chest.

"Dean didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

In an instant she was presented with an opportunity to be honest as she always had been when it came to Chris. Or... she could try saving them both a stressful evening by lying. All she had to do was get Dean and Batista to keep quiet, which might prove to be a challenge but a challenge worth taking.

"Oh, I just had a little panic attack I guess. The walls were closing in. I couldn't breathe. I just needed some air."

Chris frowned. "Are you sure? You look a little pale baby."

"I'm sure don't worry." She offered a slight smile, wishing she could erase the past. The past that dealt with Brock anyway. She hated lying. Lying meant telling more lies to cover up the original lie. Now she faced the dilemma of coercing Dean and Dave to lie for her. She felt like the worst person in the world as she looked up into the eyes of the one man she had vowed to share everything with.