CORRIE

My vision was blurry. I couldn't tell if it was because I'd been crying or it was because I was drunk. Either way I was pathetic. Standing before my husband's casket, instead of paying my respect, I acted like every other person in the media. Sullying his name in his death.

But I really couldn't face Salem's funeral sober, if you could call this a funeral. He couldn't defend himself after the lies spew by the tabloids. And I couldn't do anything as well. I wasn't even given a chance to say anything. The police didn't even call me for questioning. They took the words of the woman at...