Chapter 9
Hunter got back to his room and threw himself on the nearby couch. How the HELL could she do this to me? We're married. Doesn't that mean anything to her? Obviously not by the way her and Orton were playing tonsil hockey on that video camera. He sighed heavily and looked out the huge window. Years of marriage, washed away like the water that rushed over Niagara Falls. He bent over, his head in his hands. Just then, Stephanie walked through the door.
"Hey, baby, how was your day?" she asked.
"Oh just fine", he said.
"Are you all right?"
He lifted his head, "I'm fine. Not a good shopping day, I take it. You usually come home loaded down".
"Oh well, um, apparently there's not much shopping to do around here", she said.
"I know where you were, Stephanie".
"What are you talking about?"
"John and Ivy Cena saw you with Randy Orton. You're caught. On tape, no less".
"I can explain".
"What's there to explain? You're cheating on me with Randy Orton. There, I said it for you". He got up from the couch and went into the closet.
"Hunter, I…what are you doing?"
"Getting out of here".
"You can't leave, you have a match tomorrow".
"I'm getting my clothes and getting the hell out of this room and as far away from you as possible".
"I didn't want it to happen this way. I'm going to kill Ivy. She'll never move up in the company if I can help it".
Hunter came out of the closet, his bag packed.
"So help me, Stephanie, if you do any more damage than you already have to her career, I'll…."
"You'll what?"
"This Sunday when I get in the ring with Orton, it will be his last match, I'll make sure of it".
"Don't punish Randy for what I did", she pleaded.
"Then don't punish Ivy for what you did either. You're pissed off that you got caught and like a true McMahon, you're going to take it out on somebody else. I'm done. It's over, Stephanie. As soon as I can get my own room, I'm calling my lawyer and he'll draw up the papers. That's it! Thanks for nothing. It's been real, it's been fun but it hasn't been real fun". He started to walk to the door.
"Hunter, wait", he stopped and turned around in time to see the tears well up in Stephanie's eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. We can talk about this".
"You know, if you would have came to me earlier, then yeah, maybe we could've worked through this. But now, since my friends know, and the other people around us will definitely find out, there's no fixing this. You've made the past few months of my life hell, girl. Don't you know that? Fighting over every little thing, telling me you have to stay late at a taping for a last minute meeting. Let's not forget the shopping trip you just lied to me about. How long have you been doing this behind my back?"
"It's only been a few months, and I'm sorry, okay! It's kind of hard to come home to a man who's just so obsessed with his career more than he is his own wife!" She cried.
"Oh please. Save the tears for the camera, Steph. Really. You're not pretty when you cry anyway" and with that he left, slamming the door.