One moment of weakness had led the french powerwoman to commit a grand mistake, which, to her own well deserved punishment, kept haunting her day in and night out ever since it happened. Sometimes the blond would wake up bathed in her own sweat when she was snapped out of her livid dreams; memories she would deny to her last breath if she were ever asked if it was true. On other times she couldn't sleep; was kept awake through ungodly hours by the flashesbacks that same unholy night engraved deep into the back of her consciousness among other parts of her. Maryse hated what she had done; to her beloved husband, herself and them as a couple. She had risked her marriage and despite it hanging loosely on a thin strape on the verge of a dark cliff, her treachery couldn't be excused. Her husband deserved the truth without a doubt but sometimes it was best to let the dragon sleep before it got a chance to unleash a fire, powerful enough to consume everything in it's path. Under normal circumstances the female wrestler would have been scared for her mistake to tell but they were, like it or not, sitting in the same boat; figuratively speaking. Both had been struggling with their marriage and booze, frustration and even more alcohol, combined with sexual tension had misguided them to do what they shouldn't have done. Maryse shook him off and out of her nightly thoughts while she took her usual jog close to midnight and approached a pair of traffic lights which had just turned bright orange as she reached it. The french knew she was agile enough to pass without any problem, had it not been for this freak who pulled over and almost made CrĂšme brĂ»lĂ©e of her. "Est tu fou? Vous devez ĂȘtre un imbĂ©cile! "
