You, yes you. Simone Wang.

I pity you.

Let me tell you something. An affair was never about love. Nothing about what you’ve done with my supposed husband-to-be was love.

The only thing an affair reveals is how degenerate, disgraceful, selfish and despicable you are to partake in it. You knew with the clearest of minds who he was getting married to, yet you went ahead with it anyway.

I pity you because you seem like an orphan. One with no parents nor spiritual guidance to teach you the right thing. You reek of someone who is willing to sell their soul to get what they want. You have no moral compass. You have so little self worth that your body is a wasteland for the satisfaction of others. You have such a classy face (that’s what I thought when I first met you) yet the most vulgar of minds. You surprised me with how low you can get.

I am relieved for your ex-fiancé and I wish he could see what a lowly woman you have become and what a huge bullet he has dodged. I feel sad for your parents knowing their daughter has broken up someone’s marriage and has reduced herself to being a mere sex toy in human form. What would your late dad have said about this? Would he have been proud? And for those who believed in you, I feel cheated on their behalf. And for the next person you love, I hope you will spare them your debauchery and your (probably) STD-festooned body.

Real love and commitment take years to build, as you should have understood, from being someone’s fiancé before. But clearly, the basic blocks of a relationship are complex concepts that you don’t comprehend.

If anything, I’m urging you to reflect. You are still young and it’s not too late to do right by yourself and everyone else again.

I don’t even need to put my ear to the streets to hear about your terrible reputation. Is that how you want people to remember you by? The trashy girl who is a neighborhood bicycle in the making? Would your future children love to know what people associate their mother with?

If that’s something you strive to be, go ahead. But if it’s not, get yourself together now.

And I dare you to apologize to me in the face.

Stare right and hard at the class, grace, integrity and loyalty that I have and take some lessons. Just know that you will never rise to my level and eventually, life will find its way to serve you the just desserts you deserve.

Most of all, I hope, that in the future, if the moment presents itself where there is a taken man, no matter how happy or unhappy he is, how sober or intoxicated he is, you remember the power you have to be a part of destroying someone’s life, or not.