A/N - So yeahhhh, ummmm...I guess all I can say is shit meet fan? I would say enjoy like I usually do but I doubt many of you will enjoy this one lol. It's short-ish but honestly I couldn't torture them any longer than I did :(

After a week of torment, Stephanie found herself at her wits end. For seven days she had been panicked, she had barely eaten; she had withdrawn and only managed a forced smile when her kids were around. At Raw on Monday she had felt physically sick to her stomach when she had spotted Randy walking down the hall. She could only thank the lord that there had been one Authority segment that night and it involved only herself and her husband. He was the other man who made her feel sick but it was for a different reason all together. Paul made her sick with worry. Every time she looked at him she felt her heart break over what she had done to him. All week she had been dealing with this while he had gone on, unknowing and content that everything was okay.

That's why she was finding it so hard. Things could stay like this. They could go on living their lives and Paul would never know. But she would know and Stephanie knew in her heart that she couldn't live like that. She had to tell him, for his sake and for hers because she was losing her damn mind thinking about it.

"Are you finally going to tell me what's been bothering you?"

His deep voice penetrated her thoughts and suddenly she found it hard to draw a breath. A strong pair of arms wrapped around her waist and she momentarily melted, savouring the feeling. Every time he touched her or kissed her Stephanie could feel her resolve crumble. She couldn't even fathom her life without him yet here she was, about to blow everything to pieces. "Paul…."

"You've been acting strange all week, Steph." Paul nuzzled his face into his wife's neck and tugged her closer. He had just put the kids to bed and had decided that enough was enough."Talk to me, baby."

Fuck, Stephanie thought to herself. She wished she could forget that it ever happened. How could she have been so God damn fucking stupid? She felt herself being turned in his arms and only when she opened her eyes did she realise she'd been crying.

Paul immediately grew concerned and took her hands, holding them loosely between their bodies as he dipped his head. "Steph? What's going on…is everything okay?"

"No….it's not….I….."

She was mumbling and he couldn't make out what she was saying but the simple fact that she was even in this state was forming a worried knot in his stomach. His wife didn't get like this. Paul cupped her cheek and forced her to look at him but what he saw in her eyes shook him to his very core. All of a sudden he felt every nerve ending in his body on edge. "Steph?"

Stephanie drew a shaky breath and somehow found the courage to look her husband in eye; she at least owed him that. "I….I don't even know how to say this…"

"Say what, Stephanie?"

His demeanour had shifted. He knew something was wrong and Stephanie felt her heart literally break in half as she said the sinful words she never believed would come out of her mouth. "I…I slept with someone else."

A gut wrenching silence filled the room as husband and wife stared at each other. Paul didn't actually believe what she had just said. He instinctively dropped her hands and cocked his head to the side in confusion. "You slept with…..I don't underst…what?"

His face was a million emotions at once and Stephanie swore she would remember this moment for the rest of her life; the moment when her husband's confusion turned to anger and then to utter devastation in the blink of an eye as the realisation set in. "Paul…it was a mistake….I…." she reached out to grab his hands but he brushed her off and took a step back. He was staring straight through her, his eyes burning with emotion while his expression drew blank.

Paul couldn't breathe. He legitimately felt like he'd just been punched in the gut. Had his wife just told him that she had cheated on him? He managed a quick glance in her direction and it told him all he needed to know. She had cheated on him and he had absolutely no idea what to do or how to react. So he just stood there, staring into space and gasping for air because he couldn't fucking breathe. A few moments passed and he finally brought himself to look at her. The level of anger he felt upon looking into her eyes didn't surprise him. But the agonising pain that clenched his heart was too much to bear. He felt tears sting the backs of his eyes and didn't even try to fight them off. His wife of over ten years, the mother of his three perfect children and the woman he loved more than life itself had slept with another man.

Just like that he had to get away from her before he threw up, broke down or did something he'd live to regret regardless of the situation. He wanted to smack her in the face for being an unfaithful bitch. Paul felt ashamed at the depth of hatred that came over him like a ton of bricks but it didn't stop him from growing in anger. His skin began to crawl with bubbling blood and he snapped his head to the floor, suddenly unable to look at her.

"Please say something."

What the fuck did she want him to say? Paul clenched his teeth, fully intending to keep his mouth shut and walk out the door but he couldn't for as soon as he lifted his head and caught her gaze, even more fury swelled within him. "What the fuck do you want me to say?"

His voice was hoarse and Stephanie swallowed hard. He looked devastated not to mention furious. She couldn't ever recall seeing him so mad and for a brief moment had even felt scared at the fleeting flicker of pure hatred she had seen in his eyes. It killed her to see him looking at her the way he was. He was fucking disgusted with her and she didn't blame him for one second, not when she felt the same. "Baby…."

"No, no, no. Don't you fucking dare…" he trailed off, infuriated at the audacity of her calling him 'baby' after what she had just admitted to. His watery eyes flashed with embarrassment before sliding shut as he asked the question he wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer to. "Who?"

"Does it matter….."

"WHO?" he bellowed. He was teetering on the edge of straight up losing his shit but he wanted to know what bastard she had spread her legs for before he got the hell away from her. Just looking at her made him feel physically ill. She began muttering under her breath and he scoffed. "If you fucked somebody else at least have the decency to tell me who it was."

Stephanie had never felt more worthless or cheap in her life. The humiliation in his eyes and the sting of his words left her feeling like a piece of dirt. She deserved it. She wiped her eyes and said the name of the man who had destroyed her life out loud, instantly hating it as much as her husband. "Randy. It was Randy. Paul I'm so sorry. I'm so…"

"Randy? Orton? You slept with Randy Ort…Jesus Christ," Paul trailed off, rubbing a hand over his face and grasping his chin just so he had something to occupy his fingers. He couldn't believe this. He couldn't fucking believe this. Not only had she cheated on him but she had done it with somebody they worked with, somebody he considered a friend, somebody he had laughed and joked with just a few days ago at Raw. A wave of pure unbridled revulsion shook through him with such force it was almost blinding. His hand moved to his eyes, his thumb and forefinger pressing into them harshly for a few seconds before he almost stumbled backwards. He had to get out of there. He had to go before he broke something or before he grabbed her and shook her until she gave him a reason for breaking his heart into a million pieces. Without consciously doing so, Paul turned on his heel and exited the spacious living room. He made for the garage, ignoring his wife's desperate pleas from behind. If he was thinking he would have thanked whatever higher power gave him the sense to grab his jacket and keys as he passed the stairs. His feet kept walking, through the kitchen and into the garage where he slammed the door shut and continued to ignore Stephanie's sobbing.

Stephanie banged on the window, begging her husband not to leave but it was to no avail. He quickly reversed the car and sped off into the night. "Paul…" she pled pathetically to the darkness. She stood there for a moment, partially in shock over what had just happened before the agonising reality began to set in. She had confessed her adultery to her husband and he had walked out. God knows where he was going. She felt the painful wail build in her stomach before it effortlessly escaped her. Her legs gave in and she sank to the step in a defeated heap of emotion. It didn't take long for everything to catch up with her and so she sat, crying her heart out on the step of her garage and wallowing in regret. It killed her to admit that this was all her fault. She had cheated on her husband and right now she didn't know if he was coming back.