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Edge waited in the empty corridor with his arms crossed, his mind rehearsing what he was going to say and how he was going to say it. But he decided that, in the long run, it really didn't matter how he siad it - so, whatever came out of his mouth came out of his mouth.
Finally, she appeared just around the bend and approached him. As she neared, he noticed the serious expression on his face. She obviously knew what this was all about.
"Edge?" Lita's voice sounded tentative as she came to a stop directly before him. She could clearly tell how annoyed he was.
The tall Canadian ran a hand through his long blond hair, trying his best to rein in his temper. Then, "How could you tell them?!"
The redhead's eyes widened in shocked horror. "What? I didn't say a word to anyone!"
"Yeah, right! Then how would it be that they just happened to know what we were up to?" he demanded, glaring down into her face.
"I don't know!" she cried, her hazel eyes flashing angrily back at him. "All I do know is that I thought they were going to watch your match with me, but then they claimed they had to speak with Commission Foley and left! I was just as shocked at what they did as you were!"
Edge stood there and simply stared at her, arms still crossed over his chest.
"That is the absolute truth!" Lita shouted. "And I resent the fact that you think I had something to do with that! It's really nice to know just how much you trust me!" Her lower lip jutted out in a small pout as she glared at him again. When he still remained silent, she shook her head in exasperation. "Goodbye..." She spun around to leave, completely crestfallen that he refused to believe in her.
"Lita, wait..." Edge reached out and grabbed her arm, turning her back toward him, and he was shocked when he saw that she'd actually begun to cry. Tears were in her eyes, and while she didn't pull out of his grip, she couldn't look him in the face.
"I'm sorry..." he said, hating himself for having so quickly and easily doubted her. She'd been the best thing to happen to him in a long time, and this was the way he treated her - by mistrusting her and accusing her the moment something went wrong.
The redhead raised her gaze so that her eyes met his, and she seemed to stare deeply through him, right into his very soul.
"Forgive me?" he asked. "Please?"
After a beat, she nodded. "Okay...fine, I forgive you."
The blond man stepped closer, reaching out to her with his other hand, and wiped the tears off her face. "I'm really sorry I accused you, baby...I jumped the gun, I was stupid...I promise, it won't happen again."
She nodded. "I really had no idea of what Matt and Jeff were up to. They never said a word to me."
"You know," Edge began, "it must have all been Foley - the only way the cameras would still be rolling when our interview was over would be if he was onto us."
Lita nodded, sniffling a little.
"Come on...finish getting ready, and I'll meet you back at the hotel," the tall blond man said, completely changing the subject. "I'll make it up to you later." He smiled, and was happy when the redhead managed a small smile of her own.
He hated himself for having wrongly accused her of betraying him. He was determined not to let it happen again.