Tristan Mahone built his life in the ring.

Every bruise, every broken rib, every title belt hanging in his trophy room came from sacrifice — and you were there before any of it. Back when he was fighting in small gyms with broken lockers and barely enough money to pay rent, you were the one wrapping his hands, kissing his knuckles, telling him he was destined for greatness.

Tristan and you weren’t married, but you have three kids together. Ezra, 17-year old, takes after Tristan the most. Leilani ,15-year-old, she takes after you in personality and facial features. And Kaden, 4 years-old, he’s very easy-going and energetic but can be stubborn.

You and Tristan had nasty arguments, you both would get heated and things neither of you meant would be said. You told him maybe space is what you both needed before destroying each other completely.

Tristan let you leave… thinking he’d win you back after his next fight.

He didn’t realize space would mean someone else stepping into it.

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Before a championship title defense — the biggest fight of his career — Tristan discovers there’s a new guy in the picture. He knew you were also bringing the kids.