Chris sat in stunned silence as he looked over the contents of the envelope. Melony sat across the table sipping her coffee, completely unaware of what Chris held in his hands.

"What did you want to ask me Chris?"

He wouldn't take his eyes off the photos in his hands. Not sure of what exactly to say or what to think, he just stared at the table.

"Baby, what is it?"

Without a word he handed her the pictures. It was an eight by ten of her at the autograph signing. The photographer captured the picture at the very moment she just happened to be smiling. Not smiling at Brock as the picture would have you believe, but smiling as Brock gave his autograph to the little boy standing in line with him.

"Oh God!" She her stomach clench up into knots and she dashed for the bathroom. Minutes later the door opened and a concerned Chris stood in the door. "Are you ok?"

"I don't know." What could she say? What was she suppose to say. The only way she would be alright was if her marriage could survive this bump in the road.

Chris handed her a glass of water as she sat on the bed and leaned against the headboard. Taking the glass she motioned for him to sit next to her.

"I didn't know how to tell you. I was caught off guard."

"Off guard? So you didn't know he was coming?"

"Hell no! I haven't talked to him in two years."

"Why is he here?"

She took a sip of the water. "I'm not entirely sure."

Mel couldn't look Chris in the eyes and he knew she was lying to him, again. And for the life of him he couldn't understand what she was thinking. They had just gotten married. Their whole relationship was based on honesty and trust, or was that a lie too?

Chris stood up and walked away from the bed. With his back to her he tried to regain his composure, which wasn't easy from him to do in this situation. In the ring he was as tough as he came but in such an intimate relationship he was putty and wore his heart on his sleeve. And right now he was hurting. Not wanting his wife to see the pain in his eyes, he never turned to face her, instead keeping his head down as he grabbed his keys and wallet he headed toward the door. "I'll be back in a little while. I need some time to sort through this."

"Chris wait." She swung her legs off the bed, biting back the urge to throw herself at his mercy. "I don't blame you for being mad at me. I lied, but I did it to keep you from getting upset. I love you Chris. I never want to hurt you and I'm sorry that I did."

He looked into her eyes and saw that she was genuine, but for the moment he still needed to work through his hurt and anger. He kissed her on the forehead, his lip lingering for the moment, then he was gone.

She tried not to overreact but it was hard. Sure she knew he would return, but when? And would he be able to forgive her? Not that she expected him to, since she couldn't even forgive herself for lying to the one man that meant more to her than anything. If she stayed in this room any longer she was going to go crazy. She shrugged off the skirt and top she had worn to dinner, opting for a pair of jeans and tank top. She grabbed her Ipod, room key, stepped into her sneakers and headed to the fitness room downstairs.

Mel settled in for a walk on one of the available treadmills and instead of getting her mind off things, she found herself wondering what her husband was up to. And while her mind wondered, and her feet pounded the treadmill, Chris was across town at Gold's Gym, hitting the weights. His mind was being torn as well, for he couldn't figure why she would lie, no matter what her reasoning. Nor could he understand what this meant for their marriage.

Two hours later found Mel back in the hotel room fresh from the shower. She was starting to worry about Chris as she laid across the bed. He said he would be back in a couple of hours. Yet, two hours and seventeen minutes later he still wasn't there. She aimlessly flipped through the tv channels and debated on calling his cell. She really wanted to give him his space but she couldn't help but worry. The worry won out and she reached for the phone and in the process, knocked her purse off the bed. The contents spilled on the floor and she uttered a curse under her breath. As she picked up the items off the floor, on item remained as if daring her to ignore its presence. She picked up the keycard to Brock Lesnar's room and fell against the bed. She held the card, her thumb tracing the outline of the numbers on the card as her mind played roulette. It was crazy for her to ever entertain the thought but another part of her needed and wanted answers. Answers that only Brock could give. It had been more than two years but the hurt was still in her. You just don't get over someone walking out on you without a justified reason, if there is one. And the reasons he gave her were just that, unjustified. While her heart had mended completely and she had found true love with Chris, she needed to completely close that chapter of her life. Without another thought, she grabbed the card and shoved it in her purse and was out the door before she lost her nerve.

Chris opened the hotel room door, expecting to find Mel curled up watching tv. But to his surprise the room was completely dark and empty. After turning on the lights and taking a quick look around for a note and finding none, he dialed her cell only to get her voice mail. All kinds of thoughts rand threw his mind. Maybe he had come down on her a little too hard. He didn't really have a right to be so mad considering he knew this day was coming. After all he intercepted the letter from Brock to Mel, which he never told her about. Essentially Chris had realized half way through his workout that he was a liar himself. Now he was ready to come clean and forgive his wife so they could move on. He only hoped it wasn't too late as he took note of the clock, 12:57 a.m. Where was she?

Mel found herself standing outside Brock's room. She nervously toyed with the keycard while running over what she intended to say in her head. She let out a breath and knocked on the door. Suddenly the door opened and she was met with a flood of memories from her past.