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The hotel stationary was damp from her tears and perspiration, but she was trying like hell to write a note to her husband. It was hard, when she was so furious at him that she couldn't stop shaking or sobbing.

Looking down at the last draft, she let her eyes roam over the words.

Alexander,

I don't want to wrestle her at Cold Blooded. I never did. The thing that bothers me the most is that you keep wanting to help me hype up this match as if this is bringing YOU more fame at the expense of our relationship— and my sanity. I can't do this anymore. I can't sit here in this empty room and worry about what sick little schemes she's up to when you're sitting across the table from her in that restaurant.

Maybe you're back in her hotel room by now. I don't care. I don't want to think about it because it's making me so angry I cannot even think straight.

I hate her so much. This whole thing is so juvenile and I thought I knew you better than this. To egg her on like this is just… it's sick, Alex. It really is.

The worst part of this is how betrayed I feel. I'm leaving Boise tonight. I'm going to take some time to clear my head.

I still love you. I'm sorry.

Kaitlynn

Frowning, she tore the letter up, and watched as the pieces fluttered down on the desk, leaving just the last few lines.

The worst part of this is how betrayed I feel. I'm leaving Boise tonight. I'm going to take some time to clear my head.

I still love you. I'm sorry.

Kaitlynn

"Good enough," she whispered, and walked into the bathroom to flush the other part of the letter, lest he see the rest of her pathetic rambling. As the water swirled around the bowl, she looked up into the mirror, horrified with what she saw in her reflection. She looked haunted with those red-rimmed eyes and the puffiness on her cheeks— it was obvious she'd been crying her eyes out. For what? Over that crazy bitch who wanted nothing more than to ruin her life.

"Fuck you," she whispered, her throat already aching. She filled a glass of water and took a few swallows, feeling it cool her parched mouth. "God, I hate her so much. You think you can take this away from me? Huh?!" Her voice rose as she stared at her reflection, eyes unfocused as though she was seeing something else entirely.

"FUCK YOU, JENNIFER!" She screeched at the top of her lungs, hurling the heavy glass in her hand at the mirror. It smashed, leaving a giant hole where the cup had impacted. It felt so good to break something that she began a path of destruction through the rest of the suite, breaking everything that wasn't nailed down. It didn't take her long, but when she was through she zipped up her suitcase and made her way to the door, knowing that her husband would be furious when he saw the wreckage, and not particularly caring one bit. She knew in less than twenty minutes, she'd be on her way to the airport, safe and sound on a first class flight to California, alongside the only person who seemed to understand how she was feeling right now. Ironically, that person was Christian Kincaid— the biggest man-whore in all of professional wrestling.

The incoherent screams and the sounds of breaking glass were somewhat muted beyond the doors of the posh Grove Hotel in downtown Boise. Just a couple hours removed from Breaking Point, it was almost surprising for her to even be showered and dressed, let alone single-handedly destroying the inside of the room she was sharing with her husband. As the last crash from within faded into silence, the door was wrenched open.

Cursing under her breath, the dark-haired vixen stumbled out into the hallway, wheeling her pink suitcase behind her, and immediately collided with someone solid.

"My goodness...." So said the something solid she collided into, that being Jacob Stryfe. Peering in the door frame at her hotel room, he looks back at her as he adjusted the button on his sleeve, dressed in a long sleeve black shirt with khaki trousers. "I thought perhaps you were just having some sort of wild sex. I didn't realize you had a touch for redecorating. Where do you buy your fine breakables?"

Taking a step back, she recoiled as though slapped at the sound of his voice, looking up into the face of the second person on the planet that she definitely did not want to meet up with right now. Her eyes were still red, no doubt from crying in frustration and humiliation. Her cheeks burned red as she stared at her brother in law, looking almost shell-shocked. "What?" It was clear in her state of agitation that she hadn't really heard a word he'd said. Pity, since his snappy little quip had fallen on deaf ears.

"Nothing at all, Kaitlynn. Nothing at all." He took another moment to peer into the room, in a bit of intrigue clearly expressed on his face. "I suppose I should congratulate you on your victory tonight, but it seems you have already thrown a rather memorable celebration. Did someone forget to remove all the W's from your bowl of M&Ms?" He finally turned his attention back to her.

Biting her lip, she tried to keep her anger in check, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she glared daggers at him. "Keep the snarky comments to yourself, Jacob. Nobody's here to hang on your words and laugh at how brilliantly witty you are." Jerking her suitcase out of the door, it finally slipped closed, hiding the wreckage from view. "At least you were nice enough to congratulate me on the win. More than I can say for some in your family."

The mention of the man she was talking about brought a bit of a smile to Jacob's face. "Oh, it wasn't enough he was at ringside for the match, Kaitlynn? You are a very hard woman to make happy, aren't you? A man invites someone to have dinner with him, and you trash a hotel room in retaliation? This is a bit....childish, even for you. I don't recall Alexander destroying a single thing, at least not in relation to anything you did that didn't...please him."

This time the anger came spilling out in a little shriek before she struck him on the shoulder, "SHUT UP!" She hissed in his face, "you think I'm going to sit here, totally fine with the fact that he's out on a date with..." she made a face, "that disgusting, deranged, fucking whore?"

"I think you may have overreacted just slightly, Kaitlynn. But...riddle me this." He crossed his arms over his chest, letting his fingers stroke his chin for a moment. "Explain to me why you are so upset. If I'm not mistaken, this is now the second time he has asked her to dinner. And I don't recall the screaming banshee and five year old-like temper tantrum then. Why would---Oh." He let his mouth fall open slightly. "You must think he is going to....have a bit more than a late night meal this time, is that it?"

She frowned, looking away from him as if breaking eye contact could keep him from seeing how distraught she was over this whole sordid scene, "once, I can understand, Jacob. He told me he met with her then to talk her out of the match. And now? What more is there to discuss? She's clearly hell-bent on letting me humiliate her in the ring. So why..." she took a breath to steady herself, "why was he so damn nice to her? Where's the acrimony? Where's the hatred? I mean, she tap-danced all over his heart and h-he's acting like she's just some old school friend he hasn't seen in a while-"

"It amazes me, Kaitlynn. It amazes me how you can be married to a man and still have no idea who he is." A shake of his head, this brought a little smile to his face. "If you haven't noticed in all this time, Alexander is always quite professional in all his dealings. He always has been, even to those he plans to ultimately screw over in the end. Believe me, I know from whence I speak. And secondly, in all the time I have known my brother which far exceeds your time; I have never known him to be unfaithful. And believe me, this is not the first opportunity he has had to do so. Even since the day he met you, he hasn't been with anyone but you. When you left him, he was with no one else in the meantime. So it is safe to say the curiosity you have for why he would give the time of day to someone who would leave him is a question I have asked long before Jennifer returned."

"Professional is one thing," she winced as though she was in pain. The truth was, she had a whopper of a migraine looming, "but the look in his eyes when he talked to her... that wasn't..." she sighed, trailing off. Was she actually imagining it because of what she'd been up to? "But he got with me when Jennifer was gone," she said in a small voice, like a child unwilling to give up on the argument, even though she was losing.

"The keyword in this instance, Kaitlynn, is gone." A long sigh escaped his lips as he continued. "My brother is not a man known for being unfaithful to the women in his life. And it is...quite conceivable that the reason he asked her to dinner this time was to have one last chance to talk her out of this match. Because while there has been much made about which side he will take as the referee at Cold Blooded, there is absolutely no doubt in my mind. Notice..he hasn't tried to talk you out of it, now has he? Which leads me to believe in Los Angeles, he's trying not to have to do something he doesn't want to do to his former wife."

"I'm only doing this for him," she snapped, "sure; he hasn't tried to talk me out of this. But he also hasn't told me that he's on my side. He won't even answer a direct question about how he's going to call the match. Do you know how much that irks me... not knowing where I stand?" Angrily, she tucked her hair behind her ears and glared at him. Everything he was saying made perfect sense, but it wasn't doing anything to assuage her fears and doubts.

This response didn't seem to shake Jacob in the least, as he leaned against the door frame. "Well now that is a fine point you have there. But it begs another question. Would you be eager to answer such a question when the person to whom you are married has shown no signs that she believes he will support her? I wouldn't." His facial expression shows slight annoyance now. "You've already played judge, jury, and executioner for a crime you have no proof. Why on Earth should he tell you when you have displayed obvious signs that you don't trust him to begin with?"

"I never said I didn't trust him!" She spat, incredulous, "I've given him every benefit of the doubt, Jacob. I've sat there watching Jenny gloat on Twitter and I can't help but feel like my life is being made into a spectacle for that demented bitch's amusement and he's playing Switzerland, not bothering to even lift a finger to... to..." she broke off, choked up with fury, "tell that ugly cow to drop off the face of the earth! Do you think she would still be carrying this game on if she didn't think he was willing? He's feeding her delusions and he knows it! He has to know how crazy she is. I mean, she's letting it all hang out every time she smashes those keys with her fingers!"

"Yes, you do trust your husband, don't you? The signs of your trust are all over this lovely hotel room behind the door." It was easy to see her demeanor was already irritating him on some small level, indicative of the numerous sighs he had released throughout their conversation. "You're being irrational, and as a result, it's obvious that reason will not work. So I won't argue with you further. However, I do have proof that will show you that he isn't in Jennifer's hotel room, though I do have the sense that it won't matter."

"I trust you about as far as I can throw you," she said with disdain, "the fact of the matter is, that I've already made plans to leave town tonight. I can't stay in this godforsaken hellhole a second longer. So wherever he is, I hope he's having a splendid time." Giving a little tug on the handle of her suitcase, she took a few steps away from him before taking his bait. "Just out of curiosity, if he's not in her hotel room, where is he?"

"According to a text message, I received about five minutes before we had this delightful discussion, at a red light likely en route to this lovely scene you have left him. But I can see you are in a hurry to get where you want to go. Do me a favor..." He leaned forward, that same smug smile on his face. "When you see him, give him my regards."

The look on her face before she whirled away was almost one of fear but she didn't say anything else as she made a beeline for the elevator.

Oh God! He knows all about Christian! How could he know? We've been so careful!

The thoughts whirled in her head as she waited for the elevator to arrive, not daring to look back and give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he'd just rattled her. The last thing she wanted to do was give that smug asshole more ammunition to go off and feed to her enemies like he'd done when she was facing Katherine.