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Adam rushed into the den at Amy's call, a look of concern adorning his handsome features. There had been such an urgency, laced with anger, in his fiancee's voice. And now, as he stood over the computer and stared down at the words on the monitor, he could see why... And that same rage the redhead felt was now claiming *him* as well.
'As all of you reading this by now know, Amy and I broke up a short while ago. But what most of you probably don't know is the "why" behind all of it. In a nutshell, Amy Dumas is nothing but a two-bit whore. While I was away doing business for the WWE, she cheated on me. Not only did she cheat on me, but the man she was with was supposed to be a good friend of mine. Believe me when I say that I now realize that Adam Copeland was no friend. What makes all of this even worse is that the two lying backstabbers have a history together - they had a one-night stand over six years ago. I only recently found out about this when Amy finally told me the truth about her six-year-old daughter, Amanda. You see, that worthless sack of shit Copeland is Amanda's father.
'A lot more sordid stuff has come to my attention, but I'll save that for another time. Thanks to all of you Mattitude followers for sticking by me and giving me your support.
'- Matt'
A string of curses was on the tip of Adam's tongue, but he remembered that Mandy was in the room with them. He did *not* want to curse in front of his daughter. Instead, he clenched his hands into fists and tried to keep from smashing one of them into the PC monitor.
"I don't believe this," he muttered, glancing at Amy. The redhead's anger mirrored his own.
"Neither do I," the diva spat. "He talked about us on his damned website! And he mentioned Mandy's name, too!" To Amy, that was the ultimate lowest thing Matt could have done.
"Who mentioned my name, Mommy?"
The redhead and the tall blond man both whipped their heads in their daughter's direction. This was so bad... And Amy didn't want to have to mention a damned thing of this childish nonsense to a six-year-old.
"Mandy, go and play in your room."
The little girl frowned.
"But Mommy!"
"No buts, Mandy - go!"
Amanda eyed her mother for a beat, then suddenly burst into tears. Adam's heart wrenched at that, and then Mandy appealed to *him*.
"Daddy!" the girl wailed.
The tall blond man quickly exchanged glances with the redhead, then made up his mind. He couldn't just stand there and do nothing when his daughter was crying. He knelt down to her and tenderly wiped the tears off her face, his tone soft and gentle.
"Listen to me, sweetie... Mommy and I are not mad at you. But we have a little problem we have to take care of right now. And the best way we can do that is if you be a really good girl and play in your room right now. Okay?"
Mandy's crying began to cease, and soon her gulping hiccups disappeared. She looked up into her father's bright green eyes and spoke, her voice small.
"Is it okay if I play with my Barbies?"
Adam couldn't help but chuckle. He nodded, one of his large hands coming up to cup her soft, small cheek.
"Of course it is... And later on, after dinner, we'll play a game together. Okay?"
Amanda nodded and gave the tall blond man a kiss on the cheek. Then, she turned and left the room to go to her own.
Amy sat watching, a feeling of intense wonder overtaking her. It was just amazing and beautiful. They hadn't even known each other longer than a few months, yet Adam and Mandy were father and daughter through and through and already had such a loving, close-knit bond.
The Canadian noted the look on the face of the woman he loved. He arched a brow in question.
"What?"
"You're amazing... you truly are." She rose from the desk and went to him, throwing herself into his willing embrace.
They held one another without a word for long moments, just enjoying the sound of one another's breathing. Then, reluctantly, Amy pulled back, her face serious as she met his eyes.
"Okay... What are we going to do about Matt?"
"I have an idea," Adam replied, his green orbs hardening with fury. "Why don't I just kick his ass the next time I see him?"
"N-no," the redhead protested, shaking her head. "Besides, he probably *wants* us to have some kind of reaction. Let's just be the mature ones in this and ignore him."
The blond man considered it. Then, finally, he nodded.
"Okay... If that's what you want - you got it, babe."