There is a rough justice in that symmetry.

He had spent me as though I were a resource, and then he was spent, in turn, as though he were one, by a woman doing to him precisely what he had done to me.

The parasite discovered, at the end, that he had made himself a host.

I did not gloat over it.

But I noted it, the way I note everything, and filed it under the heading of consequences that arrange themselves, given time, without any help from me: that a man who reduces the person who loves him to a wallet will, sooner or later, find himself loved by someone who sees him as nothing more.

Chapter 19 — I Did Not Leave Because of the Money