“If this was a competition, we both lost.

I wasted two years trusting a man who never really existed.

You lost your marriage, your company, and your future — not because you misjudged my bank account, but because you mistook authority for permission to abuse someone weaker.” He had no answer.

I meant that, about both of us losing, and it is the part of the story people find hardest to accept, because they want a clean triumph, the rich woman crushing the man who wronged her, the scoreboard lit up in her favor.

But I had not won anything I wanted.