Paul knew that his marriage was over as soon as he heard Trish's voice. He was lying naked on the bed next to Laura who for some reason had hidden under the blanket. What did she think that was going to achieve? Even if it had not been obvious that there was someone under there the fact that her clothes were strewn all over the floor along with his own would be a bit of a give away. At that moment Trish walked around the corner with a smile on her face but she froze and took a second to process what she saw before the smile faded and she almost sighed, "Oh you bastard."
"Trish this isn't what it looks like." The first thing to come into Paul's head had came straight out of his mouth and he immediately realised what a stupid thing it had been to say as Trish exploded, "Really? Because what it looks like is that you're fucking someone behind my back again! Who the fuck is it this time?" With that she threw the half of the blanket that was covering the mystery woman across Paul's naked body and saw the equally naked form of the Chairwoman of WWE causing her mouth to drop open in shock.
"Trish..." Was all Laura managed to say as she attempted to get off the bed but Trish swung a right hand as she growled, "Fucking bitch." Unlike the previous shot she had gotten into Stephanie weeks before this one was not perfectly aimed and did not catch its target by surprise therefore the result was only a glancing blow to the side of the head as Laura partially succeeded in dodging. Even so she was knocked to the floor and Trish was on top of her in a second with one hand clamped around her throat. She drew her right fist back to deliver another blow, this one right to the face as Laura gasped out a protest but Paul made it around the bed in time, grabbed Trish from behind and lifted her off the larger, naked woman. "Trish don't hit her for fuck's sake! Think about what you're doing!"
"Get off me you bastard! Let me at her!" Trish struggled in Paul's arms as she was carried across the room. As satisfying as it was to have two incredibly hot women fighting over him, especially with one of them naked it was obvious that he was going to end up in the shit for this especially if the Chairwoman of the company came out of it with her face smashed in. "Fucking stop," he ordered as he set Trish down on the opposite side of the room but as soon as he did she was off again. Paul turned sharply to attempt to restrain her and felt a sharp stab of pain from his injured knee. There was a more immediate concern as Trish had thrown herself at Laura again and the two women were struggling with each other on the floor, both screaming insults. Laura had managed to wrestle Trish to the floor and was on top of her by the time Paul limped over there and pulled her off. "Fucking stop!" He screamed again this time at both women as he tossed Laura onto the bed.
"You fucking bitch," Trish raged as she got to her feet, "You sat there in your office comforting me when I cried my eyes out to you and all the time you were fucking him behind my back. I'll fucking kill you." Again she tried to get at Laura but Paul was able to grab her in a waist lock. "Laura get dressed and get out before one of you gets hurt."
"Fucking get off me!" Trish screamed even louder but then the tears began to flow as she struggled with him, kicking at his body and trying to prise his arms apart, "Get off me. Let me go." Even though he was struggling with his wife and there was a lot of pain coming from his knee there was another concern at that moment and that was the look he saw in Laura's eyes as she got of the bed and picked her clothes up from the floor. He was in no doubt that he was in the shit with both women for this. Trish was obviously going to divorce him and god only knew what Laura was going to do. He had told her to trust him multiple times and guaranteed her that no one would find out and now this had happened. He was not the only one whose marriage was going to be in jeopardy. This was confirmed by Trish who had now stopped her futile struggling in Paul's arms, "Wait till I tell your husband you fucking slut."
Hastily putting on her blouse Laura attempted to plead her case, "Trish don't do that. This was the first and only time and it was a mistake. Boy was it a fucking mistake. This bastard talked me into it, I didn't even want to do it. Dan doesn't deserve to get hurt by this."
"Fuck you, you fucking liar. I hope he divorces your slut ass the same as I'm going to divorce this bastard. Fucking let go of me!"
A sickening feeling hit Laura as the realisation began to hit home. This bastard Paul had taken advantage of her when she was feeling depressed with his false promises of 'making love' to her when all he had wanted to do was use her for a cheap fuck the same as he had with Stephanie McMahon. Not only that he had repeatedly told her to trust him that no one would ever find out and then his wife had walked into the room. Now she was going to tell her husband what had happened which would definitely mean divorce for her. Dan had always made his feelings about cheating perfectly clear. Not only would it mean a divorce the board of directors would find out and god only knew what would happen then. There was no point wondering why the hell she had done it, what she had to do was think of a way to stop Trish from telling her husband about this. Usually her mind would come up with something quickly even in the most difficult of situations but this time there was nothing. What could she possibly say or offer Trish that would convince her not to run her mouth? All she could say was, "Trish I don't care what it takes, please don't say anything. Please."
Paul had hesitantly released Trish as Laura was speaking partly because she had stopped struggling and partly because his knee was throbbing so painfully. "You're offering money now?" Trish's voice was full of the utmost disgust as tears trickled down her red cheeks, "You really are scum. You fuck my husband and then offer me money to keep quiet about it? Let me tell you something, your money isn't going to help you. I'm telling your husband exactly what you did because he deserves to know what he's married to before he ends up in this situation himself."
Tears came to Laura too as a final desperate idea came to her. "Trish I lost a daughter. She was born prematurely and she died. Her name was Angelica or Angel, that's why I wear this necklace. I swear to you on her memory that I didn't want to do this. Please don't ruin my life or more importantly my husband's for one mistake. I'm sorry."
Trish walked around the bed and Paul let her go this time, now more worried about his knee than the prospect of a fight between the two women. Twisting to try to grab hold of Trish had reinjured it, there was no doubt about it. Trish walked up to Laura and looked her in the eye, still with the same look of disgust on her face. "You swear to me on your daughter?"
"I do."
Trish spat in Laura's face, the saliva hitting her on the right cheek and beginning to dribble down it before Laura wiped it away. "You're a repulsive human being. I won't tell your husband, if he wants to be married to you more fool him. Fuck off out of my face."
Laura grabbed her shoes from the floor and scurried for the door with her tail between her legs. It did not matter right now that she felt used by Paul or that she had been assaulted, abused and spat on by Trish. All that mattered was that Trish had said that she would keep her mouth shut.
Back in the room Trish's attention had turned to Paul. "You unimaginable bastard. Why did you tell me you wanted to work on this and then continue cheating?"
"My knee's gone again," Paul mumbled as much to himself as to Trish from his sitting position on the edge of the bed as he flexed the injured knee and felt considerable pain.
"That's what you're fucking interested in? You know what I'm not even going to bother yelling at you because you're not worth it. You don't even care that I want a divorce do you? At least tell me the truth for once."
What was the point in trying to defend himself? He had cheated, been caught, gotten forgiveness, cheated again and been caught again. It was obvious that the marriage was over. Why the fuck did Laura have to be in the bar when he went down there? This would not be happening if she had gone home. Now he was going to be divorced and his knee was injured again. He had been on the point of returning to training and now this. Trish was waiting for some kind of response but what the hell did she expect him to say? She had asked for the truth so maybe that was what he should give her? "You want the truth? I thought I wanted to work on this marriage but I don't. I don't want to be with you because I don't love you. I never should have accepted your marriage proposal in the first place. I don't even know why I did."
It felt good to get that truth out in the open. Getting divorced and getting Trish out of his life was for the best, he should have realised that on the plane that day instead of agreeing to get back with her. He had been struggling for weeks to figure out what or rather who he wanted, Trish, Stephanie, Laura but now the answer had hit him. None of them. He did not want to be married to Trish and he had already achieved what he wanted with both Stephanie and Laura. He had fucked them both. He had already gotten Stephanie out of his head after doing so and now he could do the same with Laura, after all he would always have the memory of that look in her eyes as she almost, unfortunately only almost, begged him to fuck her. It had been incredible as he had known that it would be but now it was done. Yes, all three of them could go to hell now, he was done with them. Done with Trish and her stupid marriage, done with Laura and her stupid ego and done with Stephanie and her stupid kid.
Trish had shaken her head before heading for the door, "How did I not see this sooner? How was I so stupid? I hate you Paul, you miserable son of a bitch. I hope you die alone."
There was no way Trish was going to get the last word over him, no way in hell. "You think they're the only two?" He yelled after her, "I cheated on you a bunch of times of you stupid bitch." The only response was the door banging closed behind Trish. Paul closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. At least there was one positive from this, if Laura ever tried to get in his face over something again all he had to do was threaten to tell her husband about what had happened here tonight. That was worth a smile as he picked his clothes up from the floor.