A year later...

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It's been a year since I walked out on my husband and he still hasn't signed the stupid divorce papers. My babies were almost two. I have been having an internal battle with myself. I missed the ring and I wanted to go back immediately. I heard that Smackdown was having a show in Arizona. Why not finally fly back down and return. So that was what I was doing. I was packing my bags so I can fly down for Smackdown tomorrow.

I haven't called Shane yet and I knew I needed to do that.

"Hello."

"Shane hi."

"Nikki it's been a while."

"It has."

"So why have you called me?"

"I want to return." I say.

"When exactly."

"Smackdown is tomorrow and I was maybe hoping I can go out there." I say, biting my lip.

"Well as long as you get here right now we can discuss what you'll be doing."

"I have a flight in two hours and I'll meet you in the arena tomorrow." I say.

"Sounds like a plan, and will you tell anybody."

"No this is a surprise for everyone."

"Alright I'll see you then."

I hang up overjoyed. I was going to return and I was glad. I knew that I'd have to face Seth, but that was the least of my worries as if now. I packed my things and put an outfit on for the plane.

During the course of this year I wanted to change up my appearance a bit

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During the course of this year I wanted to change up my appearance a bit. So I dyed my hair back to its original color. Black, my hair was once again black.

I changed my babies and packed their bags as fast as I could

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I changed my babies and packed their bags as fast as I could.

I changed my babies and packed their bags as fast as I could

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