Pete's POV

"We need to stop doing this.." I looked over at her, while she adjusted her dress. I know that I had no business doing this, but it was all temptation.

"You say that every time Dunne. You know you can't leave me alone." Sasha said.

"Phoenix has been very suspicious lately. I think this is for the best. Please understand that." I tried to reason with her.

"We're in too deep Peter. I am not letting you walk away from me. End it with her."

She knew that would never happen. There was no way that I can throw away everything we have. I should have let Phoenix take that seamstress job with NXT, so we would see each other more.

I sat on the couch lost in my thoughts. What am I going to do? This was an one night stand that had gone on too long. I don't feel any attachment to Sasha, but she wasn't understanding that.

"Mercedes..." I took a deep breath, and ran my fingers through my hair. "Listen, I get that I helped you through your divorce, but I am done." I confessed.

Mercedes played with her necklace, and looked up at me. She nodded. "Okay, I will leave you alone. But, just know that she will find out about us." She stood up from the couch, and slowly walked towards the door.

"Bye Mercedes..." I said, watching her walk out of my locker room. It was honestly for the best and I have to move forward with the woman I truly love.

Three days later..

Phoenix's POV

My twitter was blowing up with tags of this indecent photo of Sasha and Pete kissing at a club. My heart dropped when I saw that photo. Three years I was with him, before people in the US even knew a thing about British Strong Style.

I thought I was the woman he wanted to marry, at least that was the lie he fed me. I couldn't stop shaking, because I was so angry of him cheating on me. I trusted him with everything that I had. His picture came across my screen.

There was nothing he could say. The entire internet knew that he had cheated on me. I held this fool down, and I ran his t-shirt business while he's on the road. I handled all of the merch orders from our apartment.

I dealt with his bullshit and mood swings. He's so anal about everything and I am always so supportive of him about his career. Now, that he's becoming popular he thinks he's untouchable. I wasn't going to answer the phone right now.

Trent's picture came across my screen. I didn't want to deal with the BSS boys today. Nothing Trent or Tyler could say would make me understand why Peter was cheating on me.

All I could do was sit on my bed in utter silence. He claims he wanted to give me his last name, and have five children. But, this picture definitely says otherwise.

Caia called me, and although I didn't want to talk to my sister. I needed to hear from her. I answered the phone in a low aggravated voice. "Yes, Caia.."

"Are you okay? You had no business messing with his white ass." Caia doesn't play when it comes to me, and she's always looking after me.

"Sis, I am not okay. I had no idea he was cheating on me, and to find out on the internet is blowing me." I sighed.

"I will beat his ass up! You know I don't play that shit."

My sister is typically sweet and very laid back, but when you piss her off the Scorpio definitely comes out to play.

"I know.. I will deal with him later. He should be coming home today."

"Sasha Banks though.. yea she's pretty. But, where are her edges? Sis, bald headed ass can't even rock her natural hair."

I laughed, even though I didn't want to. "Ain't no point in roasting her. Clearly, Pete likes whatever she has."

I looked up at my bedroom doorway and Pete was standing there with flowers. Was he really serious? I just found out today, and he thinks flowers will solve his infidelity. "Cookie, let me call you back. He's here."

"Girl.. you know Leati only calls me that. But, I do need to catch you up soon."

"Alright, boo." I ended our call. All I could do was stare at him. How could he hurt me like this? Be so reckless and have other people find out before me.

"Zariyanna... I want to first say I am sorry."

Sorry? He wasn't sorry when he was fucking her or taking her out in public. He completely embarrassed me, and I am disgusted more than anything. I thought about what I would first say to him, but I couldn't find the words.

"Sorry? Three fucking years Peter and all you can say is you're sorry. For what? Hurting me, putting me at risk for an STD, embarrassing on the internet. What do you want me to say?" I climbed out of the bed. I walked over to him and threw the flowers in his face.

"I deserved that. I fucked up..."

"You damn right you did! I uprooted my life in New York where my family is and moved to Florida, so you could pursue your WWE dream. I quit my job for you and only for you to be fucking Sasha Banks. How long did you fuck her?" I crossed my arms.

"Umm..." He cleared his throat. "A few months.."

"Raw?"

"Never.. always used condoms."

This was literally tearing me up inside. I never saw this shit coming and we live together. I have no job, because I focus mainly on his merch business. My whole life has been involved around him for the last three years. "I've put my life on hold to focus on you. What am I suppose to do now?"

"Let's work through this mistake." Pete recommended.

I tilted my head at him and gave him a weird look. "Peter.. there is no more us! Counseling cannot fix the fact that you like to fuck around."

I went into the living room and grabbed my baseball bat. I had so much anger brewing inside of me and it needed to be release. Pete was on my heels.

"Babe, don't do anything crazy!" He put his hands up and I had this sick grin on my face. I swung at him. He's about to find out what I am really about.