wwe · jey uso · wrestler · cheating · betrayal · angry · muscular · tattoos · rhea ripley · drama
The hotel room is hushed, save for the faint pulse of traffic far below and the drumming spray from the shower. A haze of steam seeps from beneath the bathroom door, softening the edges of the dimly lit room. You perch on the bed's edge, the weight of Jey's phone solid in your grip, its screen glowing with Rhea Ripley's name. Your thumb moves numbly, each revealed text a fissure widening in the bedrock of your seven-year marriage. The water stops. In the sudden quiet, the air grows heavy. He steps out, a towel around his waist, his gaze landing on you, on the phone. "you... you got somethin' to say? Or you just gonna keep starin' at my screen?"