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*July 2003*
Torrie's blue eyes narrowed as she fixed them on the television monitor. She felt almost sick to her stomach with the extent of the rage she felt at the vision before her... The woman who had been responsible for ruining her marriage; was the sole reason why she was once again Torrie Wilson and not Torrie Copeland.
The platinum blonde bitterly recalled that day more than a year earlier, when she'd confronted Adam. Her then husband had been out all night and had never returned to their hotel room - all because of *her*, and her damned broken neck and surgery.
Not once in the time they'd been together had the tall blond man shown such concern for *her*. and he hadn't admitted it, but Adam had clearly shown her by the expression on his face that he was in love with that bitch Amy Dumas.
She also recalled that fateful day two months earlier... She'd gone back to Adam, to try to ask him back, but he'd shot her down. How *dare* he?! If he hadn't had a broken neck, and if she hadn't been so shocked and embarrassed by his rejection, she would have slapped him.
And then, ironically enough, who had been making their way up the drive to the house just as she'd been leaving - at Adam's *demand*, at that - Jay and that bitch Amy. Torrie had really wondered if the redhead had any inkling of how her ex-husband truly felt about her. That day at the hospital, it had been so obvious in her eyes. They'd acted as though they'd been the only two people in the room. Jay annoyed the blonde in that he was absolutely oblivious. But they didn't fool *her* one bit.
She'd gone back home after the humiliating incident back in April, unable to hold back the tears. It hadn't even been because of her feelings for Adam so much as it had been the anger and frustration of it all. How *dare* he treat her that way!
Torrie muttered a string of curses as she continued to watch Amy Dumas on her television screen. The redhead was currently co-announcing on Sunday Night Heat alongside Jonathan Coachman, as she had yet to be officially cleared to return to in-ring action. Although not much of a wrestler herself, the platinum blonde found herself wishing she could get the other woman in the ring and... *hurt* her. There, she'd acknowledged the thought. Why couldn't Amy get into the ring and have herself another little mishap, as she'd had on the set of Dark Angel? She smiled when she recalled the segment on RAW several months back, when General Manager Eric Bischoff had 'set up' Lita so that she was cornered by 3 Minute Warning. What a shame it had been that that had all been merely for the show...
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Amy's breath caught in her throat as she answered the door to see *him* there. Jay was away, off in another city and state for tomorrow's RAW, and meanwhile, she was back here, at home, alone.
"Hi," Adam said with a smile. He wasn't supposed to drive again for another couple of months, but fortunately, he didn't have to - Amy and Jay lived a mere block away. Well, Amy had lived a lot farther than that up until about a month earlier, when she'd moved in with her boyfriend.
The redhead blinked, and felt slightly taken aback. She could hardly believe he was here.
"Hi," she said dumbly, finally coming back to her senses enough to hold the door open more widely so he could enter.
"I was just thinking about you," the tall blond man said, "and... Well, I was in the neighborhood." He chased his words with a small chuckle.
She smiled as she stared up at him. She was so astounded that she actually wondered how the front door had gotten to be closed - because she honestly couldn't recall shutting it. Not once had she ever felt this way with Jay, or with Matt before him.
Inwardly, Adam wondered what in hell he was doing. As he gazed deeply, directly into Amy's eyes
as they sat down on the sofa, he realized how very dangerous the waters he was treading in really
were - the redhead was, after all, his best friend's girlfriend. But for the life of him, he couldn't
help it.