Live on Air: Her Public Betrayal

Summary

We were on the set of a celebrity talk show, my ex and I.

The host posed a dramatic question to the panel. “If you knew you were about to die and could only leave one letter, what would you write?”

I paused, then wrote down three wishes on the card provided. When it was my turn to share, I read them aloud.

“First, I hope everyone forgets me—”

A sharp, derisive laugh cut me off.

Mario Atkinson’s face was a mask of icy contempt. “Aren’t you full of yourself, Cora?” he sneered. “Who do you think is going to remember you? Who gives a damn if you live or die?”