He knew that he could stab at her, as she had done to him, merely by digging up the sordid past of the sleaze she had let into her life instead of him. It would not prove too hard, as the skeletons were assuredly there, well hidden but never gone. But he did not. He had no desire to ruin her, especially when she was going to do a fine job of that herself. He could have complicated her life no end just by turning her in, and he had not. He’d loved her, and, although that was no more, he did not harbor a vendetta, except to watch her destroy herself, becoming a paramour once again to a piece of shit. No, it wasn’t worth it. She wasn’t worth it, and she would never have listened to him anyway. She never had, even though he’d been right before. No, if that’s what she chose, then she wasn’t worth much of anything … and she knew it … and that man knew it. 

He was ugly, not a little ugly … butt ugly … congenitally deformed in face and soul. But like so many men with more money than they deserved, raised in affluence and having everything handed to them, he though he was the absolute shit, and it clearly shown in his eyes. He was no doubt a full Dunning-Kruger candidate, but she would convince herself that he knew things when she knew he didn’t. No, if she were too naive, too blinded by wealth, too arrogant herself to see what he was, incapable of understanding what men like that were, what he had to be by constitution to do what he did, then she deserved him. She had zero self-respect, as she could have had far better than the ones she had chosen … much better, or, at least, not so fucking ugly. If that were her choice, then she deserved to be his dog, which is all she would be after his game was successful. At that point in her life, she likely knew it too, but had resolved herself to settling for garbage with money. 

There was simply no way that man was not exactly what he suspected, but he had no impetus to save her from herself and neither did any of her so-called friends. Every sign was present. That was a disease looking to infect, and, since he was too disgusting for most of the women he desired, he settle on the easy one, the one with no self-esteem, the one who would do his bidding, parrot his bullshit, and make herself into whatever he wanted her to be, as she had done her whole life for pieces of shit. The one he would eventually turn on, being the one he did not really want. He would resent her in short order. No, if she wanted to base her life in convenience instead of love and honesty, she deserved the inbred son of a bitch, and he had no reason to come to her aid, as she was a vindictive, bald-faced liar … and she knew it. 

She could have had better … been better.