At the Rock Climbing World Championships, when I was caught using stimulants, my girlfriend was by her childhood sweetheart's side, personally placing the gold medal around his neck.
"Levi, don't blame me. Winning the World Championship was Nash's only wish. With you out of the picture, he finally had a chance."
"But don't worry, even if you're banned from competing, I won't break up with you!"
Vivienne let go of my hand that she had been holding tightly, watching as I was wheeled into the emergency room.
Little did she know, I had a severe allergy to the components in the stimulants, and ultimately died despite resuscitation attempts.
What she knew even less was that our conversation had been faithfully preserved by recording devices.
The moment the recording was made public was also the moment her hypocritical facade was exposed!