A/N: Heey guys and gals! Wow. Chapter 25. I can't believe it. But, that means that Meant to Be is on it's way to the end. Special thanks to Zay, Mack, CenaCandiceFan4Life, Jeffismyhero1217, Mandy and Tiffany Minamino for their reviews. You guys really are the best! Read. Review. Vote on the poll. Check the page. Much love!
OWNAGE: Hope. She's mine. NO OWNAGE: Any wrestlers own themselves. HATTER-ZOMBIE owns Kellie.

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.

She kept running, not really sure of where she was going. Hope found herself in front of John's hotel room. How could Punk cheat her? With Maria, her best friend. She felt so betrayed, so hurt. How could he? Hope still didn't want to believe that it was true. Maybe she was imagining things. Maybe Punk wasn't really with Maria. Hope continued to bang on John's door, her tears so much worse.

"John, please!" Hope sobbed. "I need you. John!"

Hope sunk to the floor, burying her face in her hands. She felt strong, muscular arms engulf her and when she looked up, Matt had her in his arms. She sobbed into his chest and he did what he could to console her. He just didn't know what was going on. All he knew was that somebody had hurt Hope. Badly. But, who? Matt was sure it wasn't Jeff. He and Hope still weren't speaking to each other. Matt groaned as he realized Punk and Hope probably got into a fight.

"What happened?" Matt asked.

"I need to talk to John," Hope replied.

"He's out with Kellie."

"Punk cheated on me."

"What?"

"With Maria."

Hope slumped against the wall once again, her tears getting worse. Matt lifted her into his arms and carried her back to his hotel room. When he saw Punk again, he was really going to kill him. Hope was hysterical and he didn't know what to do. Matt sat next to her on the bed, letting her sob into his chest. He knew what it was like to have the love of your life cheat on you with your best friend. Hope looked up and caught Matt in a kiss. He started to kiss her back, finally realizing what had Jeff and Punk so addicted. Matt quickly came to his senses and pulled away.

"Don't do this, Hope," Matt said. "You're upset, you're hurt."

"Please," Hope whispered.

Matt looked into her eyes and saw how desperate she was. He knew that feeling. That's how felt when Amy left him. He was so low that he needed to be loved by anyone. Which was why he slept with Amy's sister, Alex. Matt put his hand on the nape of Hope's neck, leaning in to kiss her. She kissed him back and he could taste the pain on her lips. It really pained him to see Hope this desperate. It wasn't like her. She just wanted to forget her pain. They both knew that was impossible. But, Matt still returned her kisses and her advances, feelings her warm tears drip onto his skin.

This was wrong. It was so very wrong. But, would pushing Hope away destroy her even more? Matt was between a rock and a hard place. She was desperate. He was willing. Desperate and willing were never a good combination. But, Hope's body thrusting against his made him feel so alive. When it was over, Hope's sobbing had stopped and she'd fallen asleep. Matt just stared at her, curled up in a little ball. Now he had to find John. Hopefully, he and Kellie wouldn't be too drunk.

* * * * *

Punk sat up as he smiled at Maria, kissing her softly. His mind was only on her. Until his eyes fell upon the digital clock. Next to the clock, sitting the faux oak table was Hope's engagement ring. Punk was hit with a wave of guilt when he realized that Hope had seen them. It nearly killed him inside. He'd cheated on her. It was all starting to sink in and he felt like the biggest piece of shit. Maria kissed his neck, nibbling on his earlobe.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Hope saw us," Punk whispered.

Maria's dough eyes widened with fear. Hope saw them? No. That wasn't possible. Punk had to be kidding. Right? Maria knew by the look in his eyes that this was no joke. Punk got off of the bed, scrambling to put his clothes on. His shirt ended up inside out, but he didn't care. Hope was the only thing on his mind. How was he supposed to explain that he'd slept with her best friend? He'd lost her. Maybe even for good.

* * * * *

When Matt arrived at John's hotel room, Kellie and John were just getting back. They were wrapped up in each other's arms, smiling and laughing. Most importantly, they were sober. John was going to flip when Matt told him about Hope as it was, but if he was drunk, things would've been A LOT worse. John and Kellie broke apart when they noticed Matt standing by the door.

"Can't this wait, Hardy?" John asked. "Can't you see the pretty girl?"

"Cena, this about Hope," Matt replied.

"Is she all right? What happened?"

"Punk cheated on her. With Maria."

John's fists clenched as he punched the wall. Kellie backed away, knowing how lethal John was when he was angry. Matt headed off again, knowing that Kellie and John would follow him. When they got back to Hope, she was still curled up into a ball, but she was awake. John did his best to calm down, knowing that Hope wasn't the one he wanted to yell at. Kellie sat on the bed next to Hope, trying to comfort her.

"Poor thing," she frowned, pulling Hope into a hug.

Both Matt and John were pained by the sound of Hope's tears. And they both wanted to murder Punk. Something had to be done. Who the hell did Punk think he was? John moved towards the bed, pulling Hope into his arms. She sobbed into his chest, asking why this happened. He wished that could've given her answer. Something to make her feel better. But, nothing was going to make her feel better any time soon.

John and Matt raised an eyebrow when they heard knocking on the door. They both knew it had to be Punk. The bastard was probably looking for Hope so he could beg for forgiveness. That wasn't happening. John wouldn't allow it. He wasn't going to let Hope get hurt again. If Punk even tried anything, John was going to kick his ass. Well, no matter what, Punk was getting his ass kicked. After all, he deserved it. John opened the door, glaring at the Straight Edge Superstar.

"I need to see Hope," Punk said. "I know she's here."

"You're not going anywhere near her," John snapped.

Before Punk could protest, John and Matt jumped him. He couldn't get a hit back, considering that he was pretty much being pummeled to the ground. The three men kept fighting until Hope appeared in the doorway. She begged them to stop and Punk saw the pain in her eyes. He watched as the tears fell from her eyes, unable to find the words. She hated him. It was more than obvious.

"Hope, I'm so--" Punk started.

He didn't to finish his sentence. Hope punched him square in the jaw. She kept hitting and cursing him until John pulled her off of him. He shoved Punk out the door and slammed it shut. Hope moved back onto the bed, curling up into a ball. She asked Matt if she could room with him and his brother for a while. Naturally, he said it wouldn't be a problem. It didn't matter how Jeff would feel when he found out. John sat on the bed, stroking Hope's soft hair. She was trying to hide her tears, but he knew her too well.

* * * * *

Hope seemed to be okay when they got to the arena that night. But, Punk had a match against Edge on Smackdown. Would she be okay then? Only time would tell. Despite Hope's insistence that she was fine, John, Matt and Kellie never left her side. Part of the reason was because they knew she wanted to destroy Punk. The four sat in the back, just watching Punk's match. Since Kellie was the closest to Hope, she could feel the girl's anger. Without any warning at all, Hope broke away from the four and ran off.

They simply thought that she couldn't handle watching Punk any longer. But, they soon learned that wasn't the case when Hope ran out to the ring and speared Punk. She kept punching his face in, ignoring that Edge and referee Mike Chioda were trying to grab her. She fought them off and resumed her attack on Punk. The brunette let her former fiancé get to his feet. She told him to hit her back, but Punk shook his head. She slapped him. Nothing. Again. Punk remained adamant.

"Hit me, motherfucker!" Hope yelled, punching him.

Punk lost his cool. He slapped Hope across the face. For a minute, she just looked at him in shock. Then her anger returned. She attacked Punk again, this time more viciously. Mike managed to grab Hope by the waist and drag her out of the ring. He kept a firm grip on her waist, making sure she didn't run back as he lead her backstage. Edge followed them, shoving Mike out of the way. He pushed Hope against the wall, moving his face disturbingly close to hers.

"What the hell, Hope?" Edge snapped. "How dare you invade my match!"

"It's not like you were gonna win on your own anyway," Hope shot back.

She glared at Edge before storming off. She didn't want to deal with him. Or anyone, for that matter. The young Diva just wanted to crawl under a rock and die. She felt someone link arms with her and she jumped. Her muscles relaxed when she saw Kellie.

"C'mon, let's get some drinks," the Aussie offered. "Then we can work out an adequate revenge plan."

Hope simply nodded. Once the two headed out, they saw Maria. The bubbly Diva didn't look so bubbly. The guilt was written all over her face. She felt terrible. But, that didn't change how hurt Hope was. That didn't change the fact that Maria had betrayed her best friend. Hope glared at her now ex best friend, fighting the tears that were on their way. She took a deep breath as some tears slid down her cheeks. The betrayal felt even worse now as she faced Maria.

"Hope, I'm so sorry," Maria whispered.

"You're dead to me," Hope snapped.

"It was Punk. He kept making the moves. I just--"

"Don't make excuses. You still slept with him and I hate you."

"I didn't wanna hurt you."

"But, you did."

Hope slapped Maria across the face before walking off with Kellie. Maria watched as the two left, holding her cheek. It was stinging with so much pain. But, she deserved it. The only thing on Maria's mind was fixing this mess. But, how could she do it? There was no easy way to fix something like this. It would take time. Weeks, months. Maybe even years. Hope might never forgive her. Maria was determined to not let that happen. All she had to do was convince John to convince Hope to forgive her. That wouldn't be too hard. There was always an easy way to convince John. It worked every time.