[ what’s the fucking point, indeed. ]

I don’t know if I could be with him anyway, not as we are. Without money, he…

[ his lip quivers a little bit. he rechecks the privacy settings. ]

He believes he only has one thing to sell, if you understand what I mean? I can’t provide for him the way that I want, and if that’s the other option, isn’t it better to let us go our separate ways? He’s an heir, too. He’ll go back to luxury.