Miz confronts Maryse! Will it be for the last time?...

Thursday, June 12: Los Angeles, CA - Mizanin Home

(Afternoon)

Miz's POV

Straight from the LAX airport, I rode a taxi to get to my own house. It's getting real in each ticking second. As I pay the driver and then exit the car, I'm mentally preparing. Unlike a match on Raw or SmackDown, this takes a toll to the heart rather than the body. In my opinion, I'd rather tear a muscle than tear an emotion. Here I go...

I grab the handle to find the front door unlocked.

Stop being a chicken, Miz. It gets worse than entering your own house.

Listening to my own advice, I burst through like nothing. The walls are eerily quiet. Each breath is stalled and gets harder to release.

"Maryse? I'm here like you wanted, where are you?"

C'mon, just show your face already. Let's get this over with.

It's not that I'm angry at her, I'm irritated at this anticipation. I hate this feeling of knowing something bad is going to happen but I'm left in paranoia. I walk towards the kitchen and the room is lit by natural sunlight. Maryse is sitting at the dinner table, drinking a cup of coffee. Her expression is blank, because she's staring off. She shakes her head then looks at me. No make-up or anything, it seems like she hasn't been caring as of late. Wouldn't blame her.

Between us, the tension can be cut with a knife. It's silence for a heavy minute. "You came all the way back just to talk it out? Didn't expect this from you." She says first.

I take the seat across from her, "Yeah well, I've hurt you already, wouldn't wanna treat you even worse."

"...So is this the end of us, Mike? Are we done?" Her tone is so incredibly sad, it's like she knew it was over in that night we fought. The empathy begins to stem inside.

She continues, "Because I don't want to go around pretending we're still together and have myself act like a person that I hate. I'm not dependent on anybody."

I've always known Maryse to be this strong woman that doesn't take any shit, that's what attracted me to her in the first place. That's her very core because her life has revolved in making sure she was okay first. A part of me is glad of the fact because it makes it a little easier to let go. But I still question some things.

"Maryse, what was that talk of you missing me? Did you mean any of it?"

"Of course I meant it, but I had time to think since then—when you were probably having sex with your new girlfriend, " She stands up from the table and puts the mug into the sink. "Mike, you destroyed all the years of trust in one night. I was hurt when you told me, but at least you told me."

"I'm sorry for hurting you."

"Don't say sorry. Let me tell you that I'm sorry for wasting seven years of my life with you. I'm sorry for not being enough. And I'm sorry for having you regret putting a ring on my finger." She takes off the silver wedding band and slams it on the counter, then waits for a reply.

I'm stunned silent at her words, there's no response that could detain or console her feelings. There's really nothing I can say.

"Divorce. Divorce, Mike. That's the only way. You still love her? You still want to be with her? Then just say the word and we'll file. Does that make you happy?"

I gulp, without a sound,"...End it, Maryse." Those three words manage to finally escape out of my mouth.

"That's all I needed to hear." She says something in French as she quickly leaves the kitchen and I hear the front door slam shut. I realize that she said "good riddance" on her way out. A moment later, a car engine revs in the driveway and its gone in the next.

The house stays empty for the longest time. Pins and needles could be heard if they were dropped. Her intense scorn lasts within me. I breathe out, breaking the dense air. It like I couldn't move when Maryse stared at me, backed into a corner like a frightened dog.

It's over. We're getting a divorce. I never thought I'd be planning one in my life. Especially with a woman who I thought was the one. What am supposed to feel? Numbness (again) for one. Placing my face against both palms, I let it all soak in.

Isn't this what you wanted all along?

No, it wasn't. I didn't want to have such a beautifully sculptured marriage thrown away just because of my own feelings for another woman...

But isn't this what you want now?

I guess... Like I said before, I'm not the same Mike Mizanin. Something has changed me—someone. Someone whom I care so deeply about enough to call it love. There are two sides to this and I'm looming over both. I'm not completely sad nor happy. I'm in a weird in-between purgatory that I haven't been able to cross over to a chosen field safely. It's damn confusing but my heart is split. Was this the right decision?

I take out my phone and decide to give my parents a call, I sincerely need family to talk to. My mother answers the line and goes through the usual 'how are you' and 'how've you been' spiels.

It's not long before I get to the serious point, "Mom...Maryse and I, are getting a divorce." Those words darted out of my mouth so sharp and I felt as though it speared through her heart. Tears begin to swell up under my eyes, waiting on her reaction.

"Well Mike...I don't know where to start. What happened?"

"I don't know where to start either. I...met this girl at work. I'm sure you've seen her on Raw...Paige?"

She makes a sound as a yes.

"Yeah, her. I don't know Ma, something just made me fall in love with her."

"How long ago was this?"

"A couple weeks ago, the same night I made my return. But as crazy as this sounds, I couldn't help not falling in love."

"Mike, I thought you loved Maryse."

"I thought I did too. I mean I still do but I'm not in love with my wife anymore..."

"So you two decided on this divorce?"

"Yes...it's what's best for the both of us."

"Well honey, I only want what's best, but I'll ask you this: Is this Paige girl really worth your marriage? I'm not telling you to do anything, except think—think hard and smart right now."

"Of course she is," I couldn't have said that statement fast enough. That solid answer just concluded my previous question. "I've never made a connection with anyone in my life that compares what I have with her, Ma."

"Alright then Mike, you and only you know. You're a grown man now and this choice is yours. If a divorce is what you have to do, then you have the right to go through with it."

"Thanks, mom."

"You must really love this Paige girl."

"I do...I love her a lot."

"Well I'm happy for you, honey. And thank you for letting me know what's been going on in your life."

"Thanks again, and of course. This means so much coming from you."

"Your happiness is what's important to me. I'll be proud of you as long you're happy with whatever you decide to do."

"Thank you, again. I love you, Mom. Tell Dad the news and that I love him too."

"Okay sweetie, I will. Good luck with everything. I love you."

We say our goodbyes and end the call. After that conversation, I'm in a lighter mood. At least I'm not getting shunned by my parents after spilling the tough news. I'm ready to move forward with this now. I'm ready to close this book once and for all. It's been written and the sequel I'm currently writing includes the story of meeting the woman I was meant to love—Paige.

I finally smile when I realize I get to return to her tonight, maybe even on an earlier time than she's expecting. But first, I have to make a quick stop at the jewelers before leaving California. Either way, I'll be with her later. It's time to go and be with the girl of my dreams.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter :)