Torn Hearts

(AN: DISCLAIMER: I own no one but the OC's)

Krista and Jeff Hardy have been married for 6 years and dispite what has happened in the past, Krista has always stood by Jeff's side. Now that they are in their 6th year of marriage, things aren't what they seem. Jeff is gone with TNA and Krista still works for the WWE. Jeff wants Krista to quit her job and join TNA, but she doesn't want to. Can these two make their marriage work or is it too late to save their marriage?

Chapter 1:

Krista's POV

My name is Krista Hardy and I am married to Jeff Hardy. I am the sister-in-law of Matt Hardy and best friend to Kinley Orton, who is married to, you guessed it, Randy Orton. I have been married to Jeff for 6 years now, but we have been together for a lot longer than that. I think the only real reason Jeff married me is because my father was about to kill him if he didn't. And its not that Jeff and I didn't love each other, neither of us wanted to get married yet. But anyways, here we are 6 years later and surprisingly still married.

I'll explain why I said that here. You see Jeff is far from perfect and I knew that when I first met him. But that didn't stop me from falling in love with the man. Jeff and I first met when I attended a show in Connecticut. I was visiting my older sister and haven't guessed by now, who I am related to, you'll find out soon.

Jeff and I became good friends and we occasionally slept together when I would visit my sister on the road. After a while my sister paid for me to travel with them to help take care of her kids while on the road. Jeff and I saw more and more of each other and we eventually started a real relationship. I knew from the beginning that he had done drugs and it didn't phase me one bit. I was so used to hearing about it, it was like a broken record.

When Jeff and I started to get real serious, my father threw a fit. By that time I had moved into Jeff's house in North Carolina and had become a part of the Hardy Family. My mother just wanted me to be happy and so did my sister and brother. My dad on the other hand wanted me to move back home and forget about Jeff and the WWE. At that point I was fed up with my dad controlling my life and Jeff and I created a small lie to get him off our backs.

We told my dad that I was pregnant, even though I wasn't. Well needless to say he didn't leave us alone and therefore we got married. Shortly after the wedding, Jeff and I told my parents that I lost the baby that I was never actually pregnant with. They felt bad and my dad kept saying it was his fault that I lost the baby.

About a year into our marriage Jeff and I talked about actually trying to have a baby. We both wanted it, but it just never seemed to happen. By the second year of marriage I had suffered three miscarriages and a still born baby at 5 months. Jeff and I had issues after that and that's when the drugs started to resurface again.

Jeff was arrested in our house just after his birthday and our anniversary. I wasn't home and didn't know anything about it until Matt knocked on my hotel room door. We were in Kentucky when it happened and I was pissed. Jeff had promised me that he wasn't going to do that stuff ever again. But here he was sitting in jail and for what, drugs.

When I got home the next day, Jeff was out on bail and I wanted to kill the person who bailed him out. I walked into the house and took one look at him as he started to protest that he was innocent and that he never meant to hurt me. I couldn't even look at him I was so angry. I wanted to call my dad, but I knew that since Jeff had left the WWE a few weeks earlier, my dad was busy dealing with other stars and such.

After going to trial after trial after trial and nothing was happening, Jeff signed a contract with TNA. Since TNA was just now getting an international fan base, Jeff was traveling a bit more, but still not as often as with the WWE. Our marriage seemed to be back on the right track and Jeff started attending counseling sessions in town when he was home.

Once again we decided to start trying for a baby, but it still wasn't happening. I went as far as to go to the doctor to see if there was something wrong with me that I couldn't get or stay pregnant. As it turns out, there was nothing wrong with me. I tried to talk Jeff into going to the doctor and getting tested, but he refused. That was about 6 months ago.

So here we are, 6 years married, no kids and he doesn't even want to see if he is the reason we cant get or stay pregnant. I've talked to my best friend Kinley and even she thinks that something isn't right with that, especially since Jeff is the one who wanted the baby in the first place. Jeff moved out of our bedroom 2 months ago and to this day I don't know why. We barely talk and when we do, we usually end up fighting.

Which now this brings us to the present day and I am in Toronto with RAW and I am sitting in my hotel room with Kinley while her husband and the rest of the stars are at the arena. I am watching my nieces as well.

"Kinley, I don't what else to do. I love Jeff, or at least I think I do. But I can't keep living like this." I stated.

"Hon, you shouldn't have to live like that. You deserve so much better than that." Kinley responded.

"I know. But how do I tell him that I want out? We barely speak to each other." I asked.

"The next time the two of you are in the same room, tell him. " Kinley answered.

"If only it were that easy. Every time Jeff is home and I am home, he barricades himself in the office or in the room that he is staying in. I just have this feeling that he is cheating on me." I responded as there was a knock at the door.

My sister and brother-in-law were there to pick up their daughters. I loved spending time with my nieces and my family. I knew that my sister could tell that something was bothering me, but I blew it off as being tired and not feeling well. She of course asked me if I was pregnant, I told her no. After they left it was just me and Kinley in the room.

"Why don't we head downstairs and get a drink to relax us. Randy should be coming in soon anyways and he'll know to find us there." Kinley suggested.

"I guess." I responded.

I normally don't drink. I can't really stand the taste of alcohol and I hate what it does to me. I am pretty buzzed after just one beer, so imagine what would happen if I had anything stronger than that. Kinley and I headed down to the lounge and soon after arriving, Randy and his best friend, John Cena arrived. The guys joined us with a round of drinks, none of them being a beer.

I went with the flow of things and downed the shot which was followed by cocktails and some very strongly spiked fruit punch. I was really starting to feel the alcohol and so was Kinley. As I tried to stand up, my legs felt like jello and I sat back down. Randy was trying to help Kinley up which left John to help me if he wanted to.

"Come on, light-weight. Let's get you back to your room." John stated as he carried me out of the lounge. "Which one is your room?"

"2...214." I stammered.

"Alright." John responded as we got into the elevator and I handed him my key.

Once we were at my room, John had to put me over his shoulder so he could get the door opened. Once we were inside, I heard the door close and John locked it. I didn't care at that point. John tried to lay me on the bed gently, but apparently with both of us being pretty wasted, he fell onto the bed with me and landed on top of me.

As I stared into his blue eyes, I couldn't help but lift my head up and kiss him. When the kiss broke, John just looked at me. I had never kissed another man since Jeff and I started dating, let alone cheat on him. John then leaned down and claimed my lips in a passionate kiss. I wrapped my arms around him as we kissed, there was no stopping us.

It didn't take long before we both shed our clothes and John kissed down my body until he reached my center. He dipped his tonuge in and out and I moaned with extreme pleasure. John then placed two fingers inside me as he continued to suck on my wet center and brought me to my first orgasm.

John then slid up my body and kissed me as passionately as possible while he entered me. John slowly pumped in and out of me but I begged for him to go faster. John sat on knees and heels as he lifted my bottom up and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Oh God you feel so good inside me!" I moaned.

"Baby you feel good all around me." John responded.

"Take me from behind and as hard as you can." I stated.

"Anything for you." John responded as we switched positions.

I purred as John entered me from behind and started to slam into me. I cried out with pleasure each and every time John crashed into my body. After about 10 minutes of that, I asked to ride him and we switched positions again. As I lowered myself onto John's hard member, I moaned with pleasure.

I rocked back and forth as John rubbed my clit and squeezed my breasts. It wasn't long before both John and I climaxed together. John pulled me close to him as we both came. I gently rolled off John and got under the covers. Still being drunk, I didn't care that I had just slept with another man behind my husband's back.

As our naked bodies touched, John and my breathing returned to normal. John wrapped his arms around me and I started to doze off. I must have slept for at least 30 minutes before waking up again and feeling John's lips and hands caressing me. He started to kiss and suck on my breasts. As he swirled his tongue around my nipples, I really started to wake up and moan under his touches.

John reached down to play with my center and discovered that I was already wet and ready to go again. John climbed on top of me and entered me again. John pulled my legs up and placed them on his shoulders as he pumped in and out of my warm, wet center. After climaxing together again, both John and I were exhausted and fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.