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Trish Stratus stood with her head bowed, face pressed into a wad of toilet paper as she cried.

Immediately after overhearing Chris Jericho and Christian's conversation, she'd fled down the hallway and to the ladies room. Thankfully, there hadn't been anyone else inside, and she'd locked herself into the stall farthest from the door.

That had been several minutes ago, and she was unable to stop crying...

Although she tried her best to keep it silent, at times her weeping would become audible sobs.

She couldn't believe it... This entire month, all this time... All the tender moments they'd shared... Trish had actually been falling in love with Chris - but all she'd ever meant to him was nothing more than a sleazy bet... He'd even told Christian he was going to tape them having sex tonight!

The blonde's slender body shook with more sobs as she thought about all the nice times they'd had recently. It really broke her heart - he'd broken her heart... She couldn't believe she'd actually been stupid enough to believe he was falling for her the way she'd fallen for him!

Damn it... Trish sniffled and snatched up a fresh batch of toilet paper. She'd really opened herself up - opened her heart, and this was what she got for it... She knew she should have just marched right into that locker room and punched Chris right in the nose, but... Well, she wasn't quite at that place yet. She didn't hate him because her feelings were still there... Besides, she was nowhere near as angry as she was heartbroken to do that yet... She was angry, but for some strange reason, she was a lot more angry at herself than she was with Chris.

Trish stopped crying abruptly as she suddenly remembered that she wasn't the only one who'd been wronged. Lita... The redheaded diva didn't know a thing about the sham Jericho and Christian had been plotting. She probably still thought of Christian as her friend - and quite possibly her next boyfriend. Trish knew how vulnerable the other woman had been ever since that jerk Matt Hardy had dumped her on live national television. And while Lita played tough, which was true, typical character for her, she had to be hurting - and yearning for love after getting her heart broken so badly.

She wondered how in the world she was going to tell the other woman what she knew. But she knew she had to...

Steeling herself and telling herself not to cry anymore, at least for now, Trish dried the tears from her face. She had to return to the locker room and get her stuff, and then she would be out of this place. She felt that if she stayed her any longer, she would totally lose it. Plus, she dreaded running into Chris after all this.

She also hoped she would not run into Lita - at least not yet. At the moment, all she wanted to do was forget all about this horrible, painful night - as difficult as that might be.

The blonde quickly left the stall, stepping only briefly to check her reflection in one of the mirrors over the row of sinks. God, she looked a mess. Anyone she might encounter would definitely know she'd been crying.

As she swiftly made her way to the door to leave, she jumped a bit as she nearly collided with another woman who was entering.

"Trish..." Lilian Garcia eyed her with sympathy, shaking her head. "Are you all right? I heard what those two ingrates did..."

The other woman winced. Damn it... She wondered if everyone knew. And now that her friend Lilian was bringing it up, Trish couldn't stop the tears from flowing freely again.

The little ring announcer hugged her friend, trying to comfort her.

"Shh...I know it doesn't mean a damn to you right now, but he's not worth it..." She patted Trish's shoulder. After a moment, Lilian pulled away to look her seriously in the eye.

"Have you told Lita yet?"

Trish shook her head.

"I...I can't, I'm too ashamed," she admitted. "As stupid as that sounds..."

"Trish, listen to me," the other blonde said firmly as she grabbed the Canadian woman's hand. "You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of...You didn't do anything wrong - he's the one who should be ashamed!"

Trish nodded and wiped at her face with the back of her free hand.

"You have to tell Lita..."

The Canadian diva looked into her friend's brown eyes, terrified...