What goes around comes around. Isn’t that how it goes? Poetic justice, perhaps?
There was no way I was going to let a man like you into Kayla’s life, and you would have got your own way by throwing around all that money. Well, money can’t help you now that you’ve got what you deserve.
The same can be said for me, of course, because now I’ve lost everything – although that’s to be expected after the things I was driven to do.
And now at least I’ve made up for my actions; Kayla will never have to know the truth about what you did to her mother, the woman I loved.