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I am sitting in the living room watching some baseball waiting for Ashley to get home. I am definitely going to do it this time. I have to have no fear of her. The sooner I get out of this marriage the better. I am watching the Red Sox play but I am soon interrupted by the front door slamming shut. "JOHN!" I hear Ashley yell. I jump up immediately.

"Hi, Ashley," I say as she storms into the living room.

"Do you know where I just was?" she asks.

"Um the bank?" I ask. She told me she was going to the bank before she left. I'm not sure of the question. I'm not trying to be a smart ass or anything.

"Yes, I was at the bank. Do you know why?" she asks.

"I don't know because you needed money or checks or something. I don't know," I say.

"No," she says with a bit of attitude. "I needed to talk to someone at the bank. Do you know why?"

"No, Ashley," I say, "I think I made it clear that I don't know why you went to the bank nor do I have any idea why you needed to talk to someone. Am I supposed to?"

"You tell me," she says. "I bet you have a $20,000 reason why," she says.

That's when it hits me. She got the bank statement telling her I wrote a $20,000 check and if Natalie cashed it then it was taken from our bank account and would show up on our statement. "Um."

"Yeah um," she says. "So do you want to tell me why you wrote out a $20,000 check without my consent?"

"Without your consent?" I ask. "It's my money I don't have to ask your consent for anything."

"It's our money," she snaps.

"No it's MY money. I go out and earn it. It's MY money."

"It's OUR account therefore it's MY money too," she says. "So why did you write a $20,000 check for?"

"I have my reasons," I say.

"Well, who is Angelina?" she asks.

My heart stops because I have no idea how she knows about Angelina. "Um."

"Is that all you can say, John?" She asks. "Who is Angelina? And why are you writing a letter to her?"

"I don't know," I say.

"Bullshit, John, you do know. Who is Angelina and why did you write a $20,000 check and why are you flying to Hershey, PA so much and why are you calling Hershey, PA so much?" She asks. I don't think I can hide anything anymore. What is she a private investigator or something? She's going through my private things and she's going through my phone records. What the hell is going on? "Well?" she asks as I just stand here not knowing what to say. "Are you going to answer me?"

"How do you know I'm going to Hershey so much?"

"I read the statements and saw all the purchases you made for plane tickets to Hershey. So are you going to tell me what's going on in Hershey?"

"Nothing is going on," I say. I am partially lying right now. Of course something has gone on and I do have a daughter but I don't' think Ashley is in the right mindset to know that.

"Nothing my ass, John, who is Angelina? One of your little road whores?"

"No," I say. "Angelina is not a ring rat."

"Then who is she, John? Some little slut you met on the road?"

"Don't talk about her like that. You have no idea who she is so watch what you say about her."

"So now you're defending her? What are you doing, John, cheating on me?"

"Ashley, why are we going down this road?"

"Because I want to know who Angelina is, why you're spending so much time in PA and why you're calling there so much. I also want to know why you're writing a $20,000 check."

"Ashley, just relax."

"Relax? You took $20,000 from our account for who knows what, you're spending time with some Angelina and you're spending time in Hershey. Are you having an affair? Is that who Angelina is? Your mistress? Maybe I should call this number," she says showing me the phone bill. "And find out who this is."

"Don't ," I say.

"Then answer me," she says. "And I want the truth. Is Angelina your mistress?"

"No," I say, "she's not. It's not even like that."

"Then what is it like? Who is she, John?"

"Angelina is my daughter," I say. I wait for the fireworks.

"WHAT?" she asks. She wastes no time with the fireworks. "What do you mean daughter?"

"Angelina is my daughter."

"So you did cheat on me. Is she the daughter of one of your groupies?"

"No," I say. "She's not. And I didn't cheat on you. She is my daughter from years ago."

"How old is she?"

"7," I say.

"7? And I never met her. When were you planning on telling me about her? We have been married for 4 years and you have never mentioned having a daughter."

"That's because I didn't know. I went Hershey for that Smackdown show and then I saw her. I ran into her mother and I asked her. Her mom never told me she had a baby because she was worried about my career. That's why I have been going to Hershey so much so that I can spend time with my daughter and that's why I call there so much so I can talk to her."

"Who is her mother?" she asks calming down for a minute.

"I'd rather not say," I say.

"Who is her mother, John?"

"You're not going to like it," I say.

"I don't give a shit if I'm going to like it or not. Who is her mother some ring rat?"

"No someone that I love very much."

"Who, John?"

"Natalie," I say.

"Oh yes. The high and mighty Natalie. How did I not see this coming? So Natalie gave you a child are you going to rub that in my face too?"

"No," I say.

"So you just happened to go to Hershey and run into Natalie. What a coincidence."

"It was," I say. "I didn't know she lived in Hershey. I didn't know she was the manager of the hotel we were staying in. I didn't know I had a child and I didn't expect to run into either of them. I went there to do my job, Ashley. Don't make this into something it's not."

"You've been obsessed with Natalie for years. I thought you didn't want children? But when it's Natalie you're ready to be a father writing checks and making phone calls but if it were me you would be pissed. You said you didn't want to be a father."

"I didn't plan to be a father," I say. "I never expected to be a father. What was I supposed to do? I met her and she is adorable. I am her father. I wasn't going to turn away and never look back. I want to be in her life."

"Right, John and I'm sure that Natalie has nothing to do with it."

"Why do you have to be so vengeful to Natalie? She didn't do anything."

"Right," says Ashley. "I'm sure she didn't plan to have her daughter show up at the hotel. She did it on purpose."

"I don't think she did," I say. There is no way Natalie planned that out. She was way too shocked when she saw me that night.

"Whatever, John. So what is going on with the $20,000 check?"

"I gave it to Natalie to help her out a little bit. She's out of a job. It's a long story."

"So you take our money and give it to some woman you were in love with many years ago?"

"The mother of my child," I say.

"So she's even better now because she gave you a child?"

"I didn't say that, Ashley."

"I don't want you to see her anymore. She went 7 years without you she can go the rest of her life without you."

"I'm not going to do that," I say. "She is my daughter."

"John, I don't want you around Natalie and I don't want you spending any more time with Angelina."

"Who are you to tell me not to spend time with my daughter?" I ask. I don't think that Ashley is in any position to tell me I can't spend time with my daughter. After all Angelina is MY daughter. She has the right for me to be in her life.

"I am your wife, John," she says.

"Not for long," I say.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"It means I want a divorce," I say showing her the papers. "I had these drawn up. We're done, Ashley. OVER!"

"No, John. Why? Why are we over?"

"Because I can't live like this. I want a divorce, Ashley. All we ever do is fight. I am done. I want out."

"No," she says.

"Yes, Ashley."

"I'm not signing the papers," she says.

"Whether you sign them or not I am leaving. You can have the house I don't care but I am out of here."

"John," she says.

"No," I say. "I'm done, Ashley. I'm leaving."

"JOHN! PLEASE NO!" she says falling to her knees. "DON'T LEAVE!"

"When I get on that plane tomorrow morning I'm not coming back."

"John, please," she begs.

"I'm sorry, it's OVER!"

*A/N: So what did you think? Please review and thank-you for reading.