One Week Later
"Mel, I am so excited for you!" Taylor exclaimed as she hugged her friend. "Are you going to plan something big or elope?"
"We really haven't talked about it. Nic and I have been celebrating over the week," Melissa winked. "I wouldn't mind a small beach wedding. But of course that would depend on his schedule and when I can get him away from the WWE."
Taylor giggled. "Not to change the subject, but can I ask you something?"
"Absolutely. What's the matter?"
Saying nothing, Taylor got up from the couch and paced the living room. "When you were on the road with Nic, was something going on with Mike?"
"I'm not sure I know what your talking about," she said.
Taylor shrugged. "I don't know, and maybe I'm just being paranoid. It's like…anytime I've talked to Mike over the last week; our conversations have been really hurried. And he seems really distant on the phone. Its been like this since we had our fight. I know he's been busy but-"
Just then, both turned their attention toward the noise being made in the kitchen. Mike said nothing as he set down his luggage, and his eyes widened once Melissa was noticed.
"Baby, your home!" Taylor exclaimed, running toward his arms.
As Melissa watched the interaction, she crossed her arms across her chest. She could see both holding each other tightly, and Mike even had his face buried in her neck.
"Listen, I'm going to take off, especially since Mike got home. Taylor, I will talk to you tomorrow."
She nodded. "Ok, drive safe. And tell Nic we said hi," she smiled.
Once Melissa shut the front door, Taylor turned back to the man in her arms. "Mike, I am so glad your home!"
"No one is more happier than me babe," he said, kissing his bride. Taylor instantly deepened the kiss, and as things became more heated, Mike knew he should stop. It would be wrong to sleep with his wife, and then tell her he made out with another woman. But Taylor's touch was needed, and she was a sight for sore eyes. Instead of listening to that little voice in his head, Mike swept Taylor off her feet.
"You are a sight for sore eyes baby," he whispered, nipping at her neck. "I love you."
Taylor smiled. "I love you too."
A few hours later, Taylor opened her eyes, and was disappointed to find herself alone in the bedroom. After throwing on a pair of Mike's boxers and a t-shirt, she headed down the stairs. At the bottom, she instantly noticed him sprawled across the couch.
"Hey," she smiled. "Can you imagine my disappointment when I woke up, and I was alone?"
Mike smirked as he sat up straighter. "I'm sorry. I just had some things on my mind, and you looked too peaceful. So, I came down here."
Taylor frowned. "Things to think about? What's the matter?"
"First of all," Mike began, taking his wife's hand. "I've talked to creative, and they have agreed to nix the storyline. I'm going back to being a singles wrestler."
The smile on Taylor's face couldn't have gotten any bigger. "That's probably the best news I've heard in a long time," she exclaimed, attempting to hug Mike.
When Mike flinched, Taylor pulled her arms away. "What's the matter? I figured you would be happy."
"I am," he said. "There is something else I need to tell you-something I'm not too proud of."
"Mike, your scaring me. Is this why we've hardly talked since our fight?"
He nodded. "Yea, kind of."
"What's wrong then? Did I do something wrong?"
"No of course not," he replied, pacing in front of the big screen tv. "Taylor , you are the best and like I said, you didn't do anything wrong. And in fact, right now I don't deserve you."
Taylor started playing with her hands, waiting for Mike to say what was bugging him. She didn't know whether to cry or be angry. "Mike please, just tell me what is wrong. Please."
He took a deep breath. "That night-after our fight- all the superstars went to bar to hang out for awhile. I was bummed and upset that I asked you such a stupid question and about our fight, so I really wasn't paying attention to anyone. Eve came up….I was buzzed, almost to the point of drunk…and I told her everything about the fight."
She cringed when Eve's name was mentioned. "You told her everything? I'm sorry Mike, but none of that was her business."
"No it isn't…but that isn't the worst part. Unfortuantely I was drunk, and she was there to talk to. But there is more…"
"What do you mean more?" Taylor asked, standing in front of her husband.
"I…I…Eve and I kissed. We made out for several minutes."
Taylor's eyes widened. Of all the ideas that were running through her mind, that was the last thing she expected. Moving from her spot on the couch, tears sprang to her eyes. Mike said nothing as he watched his bride walk around, trying to make sense of his confession.
Finally, she turned to face him. "You asshole! I can't believe you would do that to me!" she screamed.
"Taylor I'm sorry, I am so so sorry," Mike pleaded.
Saying nothing, Taylor simply walked out of the room. She had to be out of the room, not being able to look at her husband anymore.
"Taylor," he called, following her instantly. Seconds later, he found her in their bedroom, crying on their bed. "I am so sorry baby. Can we please talk about this?" he pleaded.
When Taylor met his gaze, there was something in her eyes- a look he had never seen before. "You want to talk? Mike you cheated on me! You knew how much it hurt me when I found out Chase was cheating on me and I was leary as hell to go on that blind date with you. But Melissa convinced me you were different. She was wrong…I was wrong. I just…I can't even look at you Mike," she exclaimed in tears.
"I know your mad at me, and you have every reason to," Mike said. "I don't know why it happened and can't offer you a good reason why it happened. Maybe it's because I was so upset about our fight-"
"Then you should have called and talked to me. Your wife," Taylor said coldly. "There are no excuses, Mike. Not when it comes to cheating."
Mike tried to hold his wife, but didn't succeed. "Don't touch me, jackass. I have one question. Did you sleep with her?"
"Are you being serious?!"
"I am being fucking serious, Mike. Did you sleep with that bitch?"
"No, I didn't sleep with her. We just kissed for several minutes, and she attempted to grab me. That is when it all ended. And then like I said, I called the creative department and begged for the storyline to be cancelled."
Taylor said nothing as Mike came closer, and this time, she allowed him to touch her. "I was acting strange over the phone over the week, because I felt so awful about what I had done. And I didn't want to tell you over the phone, this was something I had to say in person. I am begging you for forgiveness," he begged. "I promise you this will never happen again."
She sighed. "I really wish I could believe you Mike. But you should have thought of this before you kissed Eve," Taylor said, breaking the hold.
He watched in horror as she grabbed a suitcase from the big walk in closet, and then started grabbing clothes. "Baby girl, what are you doing?"
"What does it look like? Mike I am so, beyond upset right now. I can't even look at you right now without wanting to slap you. Thankfully I never sold my house, so I'm going to stay there for awhile. And please, do not follow me."
"Your leaving? Please don't Taylor. I am begging you. I love you so, so much baby. I will do anything- I will even quit the WWE if I need to."
Taylor could see the tears in his eyes, and knew he was being genuine. "I am sorry, Mike, but I can't stay right now," she said before walking out of the door with her suitcases.
Mike sulked the afternoon, evening and well into the night. He looked around the living room, and felt disgusted at the day's takeout containers and numerous beer bottles. Early the next morning and after a nice hot shower, Mike decided to take out his frustrations at the gym. Not long after he had gotten home, a black SUV pulled into the driveway.
"Are you Michael Mizanin?" the man in a suit asked.
"Yes," he answered cautiously. "Can I help you?"
"I have been asked to give you these," the man said, handing over a thick stack of papers. "Have a good day."
Mike said nothing as he watched the man leave, and then started looking through the papers. His jaw dropped and the tears re-appeared. "Oh my God. Taylor is asking for an annulment?!"