Well, well. Meant To Be is coming to end very soon. So, I'm kinda upset about that. I get too attatched, sue me. Thanks to Zay, I'mxAxRockstar and Hayley Jean for their awesome reviews. It really means a lot. Read. Review. Vote on the poll.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of the wrestlers. I DO own Hope and Michaela.

Everything would go wrong. That was just Michaela's luck. She'd get everything she wanted so easily. But, she'd lose it just as quickly. Feeling Jeff's lips along her skin made her feel guilty for deceiving him. But, she needed him. He was the one person that understood her, the one person that she could always count on. Well, it used to be that way. Until she'd made the mistake of cheating on him. Michaela still hated herself for doing what she did. But, she'd fallen for Edge's charm. Sometimes she just wished she could go back in time. Sometimes? It seemed like she was always regretting her past actions. No matter what she did, she couldn't change the past.

* * * * *

Michaela sat in one of the locker rooms at Monday Night Raw, waiting for Jeff to finish his match. She wanted to surprise him and she'd been getting bored at the hotel anyway. Michaela's eyes lit up when she heard footsteps coming closer. Unfortunately, it was only Edge. The young redhead frowned, going back to the book she was reading. Edge grinned at her, his eyes holding such desire. He'd been eyeing the youngest Hardy's girl ever since Jeff had brought her to WWE. Edge knew it was wrong, but he couldn't control the desire burning up inside.

"Well, well," Edge grinned, "if isn't Hardy's little girlfriend."

"What do you want, Adam?" Michaela asked, not looking up.

"Just you."

Edge grabbed Michaela and pulled her into a kiss. The young redhead found herself kissing him back, unable to resist his charm. Edge grinned as Michaela returned all of his advances. He was surprised at how easily he'd claimed his prize. But, he knew she wasn't exactly his. There was still the Hardy factor. Jeff wouldn't let Michaela go without a fight. He needed to plan something. (Un)fortunately, Michaela's lips along his skin was a delectable distraction. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and his desire increased.

"I can't do this to Jeff," Michaela pulled away, suddenly.

"You already started," Edge replied, kissing her. "So why stop?"

Michaela attempted to leave, but Edge pinned her against the wall. He didn't break eye contact with her as he began lifting up her skirt. There was no fighting it. Michaela knew she knew wanted Edge. She wanted him bad. But, Jeff. She never wanted to hurt him. Michaela moaned as she felt Edge's hand move up her thigh. Edge scooped Michaela up into his arms and carried her out of the arena. He had his new prize and that's all he really gave a damn about.

* * * * *

Matt hadn't been too pleased when Jeff told him that he was back with Michaela. He was even less thrilled when he heard that Jeff and Hope were no longer on speaking terms. Since his brother wouldn't tell him anything, Matt knew he'd be able to get some answers from Hope. Would he like those answers? Probably not. He waited for Hope to emerge from the women's locker room and grabbed her, nearly startling the poor girl. Matt noticed that she looked hurt and came to the conclusion that Jeff had done something.

"Spill it, Richman," Matt ordered.

"Jeff was using me," Hope pouted.

"No. There's no way…"

"Punk said that the only time Jeff ever showed his feelings was when Punk showed up."

"That's not true."

"Isn't it?"

Matt opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't find the words. He didn't believe it for a second. Jeff wasn't that kind of person. Punk had Hope so manipulated that she'd believe everything he said. That was enough to royally piss Matt off. He was ready to introduce the Straight Edge superstar to his fist. Matt noticed Hope's frown and pulled her into a hug. He could tell that she still had feelings for Jeff. As much as she tried to hide it, her eyes gave it all away.

"He's back with Michaela," Matt said.

"What?!" Hope nearly shouted.

"You crushed him, H. He had no place to turn."

"Maybe his brother should've been there for him."

"Michaela's his safety net. He trusts her."

"Whatever. He's not my problem, I'm done with him."

Matt shook his head as Hope shrugged and stormed off. Something told him that she was going to confront Michaela. That wasn't going to end well at all. Somebody was going to get hut. Physically and emotionally. Matt knew Jeff and Hope couldn't handle getting hurt again. It destroy them both. Hell, they were destroyed even now.

* * * * *

Hope honestly hadn't intended on confronting Michaela. She just wanted to forget Matt's words and everything about Jeff. But, Michaela was in the hallway as Hope went off to find Punk. She couldn't fight her feelings or how badly she wanted to beat the hell out of Michaela. Michaela shot her a look, hinting that she was waiting for Jeff. Hope took notice that Michaela was wearing Jeff's HB necklace. Something about that made her blood boil. She stormed over to the redhead and punched her in the face.

"Keep your skanky hands off of Jeff," Hope snapped.

"Sweetie, you let him go," Michaela laughed.

That's all it took for Hope to lose it. She punched Michaela again, knocking her to the ground. She kept punching, so blinded by her anger. She knew Michaela was right. Hope was the one that let Jeff go. Even when they first met, she could sense his feelings for her. She felt so stupid for seeing it in the beginning. Michaela cracked Hope across the face and she stumbled back. Hope was ready to lunge at her again when she felt someone holding her back.

"I can handle this, Hope," Ryder said, glaring at Michaela.

Hope forced herself out of his grasp, wiping the blood from her lip. She glared once more before storming off. Michaela grabbed Ryder by the shirt and pulled his body close to hers. She shoved her lips onto his before he could protest. She couldn't have him ruining her devious little scheme. She wouldn't allow. Ryder quickly pulled his lips from hers, shooting her a lethal glare.

"I'm not gonna let you use Jess for your little scheme," Ryder snapped.

"Aw, baby, I have custody of our daughter," Michaela grinned. "I don't have to let you see her."

"You fucking bitch…"

Before Michaela could make a reply, she noticed Jeff standing behind Ryder. From the look on his face, she knew that he'd heard their conversation. Ryder snickered and headed off. Michaela quickly moved into Jeff's arms, trying to beg for his forgiveness. Jeff shoved her away, glaring at her. He used, abused and betrayed. But, most of all he was so angry. If Michaela wasn't a woman, he would've strangled her.

"Jeff…" Michaela started.

"Leave," Jeff snapped.

"Baby, please…"

"I don't ever wanna see your face again."

* * * * *

Hope pouted as she sat across from John at one of the catering tables. He continued to shovel food into his mouth, using his blue eyes to ask her what was wrong. Hope sighed as she began picking at his French fries. She was still thinking about how she'd foolishly lost Jeff. Stop it, Hope. You have an amazing guy. No matter how many times she told herself that, she still felt foolish. John kicked her under the table, basically forcing her to tell him what was wrong.

"Jeff was using me this whole time," Hope frowned.

"That doesn't sound like him," John replied.

"I thought I could trust him."

"What are you gonna do?"

John had a feeling that he wasn't going to like Hope's answer. The look in her eyes said it all. She was hurt and when she was hurt, she did things she regretted. Like cutting Jeff out of her life. John really prayed that Hope was going to forgive Jeff. There was no way Jeff would actually use Hope. The whole situation just spelled Punk. John's fists clenched just thinking about what he was going to do to Punk.

"I'm done with Jeff," Hope shrugged. "I'm just gonna focus on Punk, he's all that matters to me."

"You're making a mistake, Hope!"

"And you're being an asshole!"

"You know Jeff would never hurt you."

* * * * *

Jeff needed to know so bad. What did Punk say to Hope? He needed to know. He needed to have her back. It was only a month after they'd fought. Only a month after he'd found out Michaela's secret. He sat in one of the locker rooms, weighing his options. Talking to Hope was out of the question. She wasn't returning his calls or texts. Whenever he saw her, she was wrapped up in Punk's arms, doing whatever she could to make him jealous. She certainly didn't have to try very hard. Punk walked into the locker room and Jeff saw his opportunity.

"What did you say to her?" Jeff demanded, grabbing him by the shirt.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Punk laughed.

"You had no right to lie to her!"

"Stay away from Hope, Hardy."

"You might've won this battle, Punk, but the war is still on."

Punk snapped and lunged at Jeff. He kept hitting and punching as hard as he could. Jeff returned every hit and they continued to brawl in the locker room. Punk twisted Jeff's arm behind his back, unable to control his anger. Even if he could, he didn't want to. Jeff yelled in pain and Punk could tell he was almost breaking the guy's arm. Punk glared as he let him go and watched him head off in defeat.

Jeff held his arm in pain as he walked the halls, a hundred different thoughts running through his mind. He didn't even know where he was going. His legs were just taking him places. When Jeff's thoughts broke, he smacked right into Hope. She didn't look him in the as his eyes moved over her form. They stood in an awkward silence, neither one wanting to say anything. What could be said? She wouldn't believe him.

"Hope, I need you to forgive me," Jeff said. "I'm so sorry."

"Forgiveness isn't just saying you're sorry," Hope replied. "It's something you have to mean."

"You know I mean it."

"Like hell you do."

Jeff glared at Hope, shoving her up against the wall. His hands gripped her waist as he shoved his lips onto hers. She hesitated before kissing him back and he felt all of her passion. Jeff let his lips moved to her neck and he started lifting up her shirt. Hope ran her fingers through his hair, returning all of his advances. She'd almost forgotten how much she enjoyed his touch. Hope instantly came to her senses and pulled away. She slapped Jeff across the face before running off. Jeff stood in the hallway, not sure how to react. Had things gotten worse or better? He didn't know anymore.

* * * * *

CM Punk was infinitely glad that Maria agreed to talk to him. He'd felt so bad for being so cruel to her. She was one of the sweetest people in the world and he'd snapped at her because he was jealous. Maria left the door to Punk's hotel room half open, making it clear that she wasn't staying long. The look in her eyes told him that she was still hurt. Now he felt even more like an ass.

"Maria, I'm sorry," Punk frowned. "I shouldn't have snapped at you."

"I was only trying to help you." Maria replied. "Lying to Hope isn't the right thing to do."

"I know. I just…I don't think when I see her with Jeff. I just do."

Maria pulled him into a hug, breathing in his familiar scent. Sometimes she missed him. For a while, they sat in silence. Punk and Maria soon found themselves talking about their relationship and how good they were together. They both admitted that sometimes they missed each other. Maria felt herself blush when Punk moved closer to her. He tucked her hair behind her ear as he leaned in, his lips slowly finding hers. Maria paused before kissing him back and putting her arms around his neck. He pushed her onto the bed, carefully pulling her shirt off. Maria returned Punk's kisses, pushing her body against his.

Hope pushed open the door to Punk's hotel room, coming face to face with Maria and Punk. They didn't notice her as they continued to moan and grind each other. Hope felt the hot tears prickle her cheeks. How could he do this to her? She looked down at the engagement ring on her finger and slid it off. She tossed it onto the table before running out of the room in tears.