*Your P.O.V*
I was walking down the hallway with a drink in hand. For the past two months, I noticed that my boyfriend of three years, Dean Ambrose always had his eyes on the phone screen, making excuses that he has a sick stomach, and always on a hurry.
His best friends or brothers, Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins always hang out with me and that's weird. They don't hang out with me unless I was with Dean.
As I turned around the corner, I saw something that my heart was torn into two. Dean is kissing Renee Young, who has a major crush on him. My hand almost crushed the cup as I throw the liquid at their direction.
Dean looked up and saw me, tears running down my cheeks and crushing the cup. He froze in shock to see me here.
"(Y/N), this isn't what it look like..." Dean stuttered.
I throw the crushed cup at his face and run away from the scene. I couldn't take it anymore. After all these years, I gave everything to him. My heart, my soul, and my life. But it all crushed down.
I could hear his voice calling me out as I run faster. Without hesitation, I grabbed my stuff from the locker room and called for a taxi to dropped you off to the airport.
"Taxi!" I waved my hand in the air for the taxi's attention to come and get me.
I quickly shoved my things into the trunk and climbed in the backseat.
"Where to, miss?" The cabbie asked.
"The airport. Step on it." I commanded.
I texted Shane McMahon that i won't be needed in the match and would like a month away from work. He granted my request and wished me for the best.
As the taxi dropped me off to the airport, I paid him with a hundred dollar bill, and grabbed my things from the trunk. I paid your plane ticket back to Las Vegas to retrieved my things and to go back to my condo in New York.
I called up the movers and told them to removed my things out of the house that I shared with him to shipped it back to New York. They agreed to moved my things since they remembered me. My previous landlord as my new and old landlord reserved the condo for me since he could tell by the broken voice of mine. He was like my father figure.
Once I landed in Vegas, called for another taxi to take me to the so-called dream home with him, and quickly pack everything in boxes. Clothes, toiletries, shoes, accessories, and everything I possessed in the home.
"You're moving back to New York?" One of the movers asked.
"Yep." I said.
"Your things would be there in three days." The second mover said.
"Thank you."
I took one last glimpse of the home before heading back to the airport and paid a plane ticket to New York.
New York City, New York:
"He did what?!" Your landlord, Paul exclaimed.
"He cheated on me, Paul. He fucking kissed her right in front of me!" I said.
"I knew that boy is nothing, but trouble." He growled.
"Go ahead and tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"I told you so."
"No, sweetheart. You didn't know, that's all."
"B-but why?" I sniffled.
"(Y/N), this is your second relationship. You told me once you moved in the condo, if the second guy cheated on you, then it's over. You'll never date another one again."
