In his mind, I had served my purpose—caring for him, standing by his side, ensuring his comfort. Once he no longer needed me, I was discarded like I was nothing. He even went as far as to delete the records and letters from his files, thinking he had successfully erased all traces of me.

But that was always the endgame. He never loved me. He never valued me. I was just a convenient caregiver, a resource to be drained.

And now, no doubt, he is already searching for his next victim. Someone kind. Someone with empathy. Perhaps a charity worker, a caregiver, or a woman with a soft heart who simply wants to help. He will play the role of the vulnerable, misunderstood man, reeling in someone who is compassionate enough to take care of him in his final years. And once she is fully trapped in his web—when she has sacrificed her time, energy, and love for him—she will be cast aside just as I was.

This is the pattern of a true emotional predator. They don’t seek love; they seek power. They don’t value connection; they value control. And their victims are always the ones who care the most.

But I see him for what he is now. And if you recognize these patterns in someone you know, I hope you see it too. Don’t wait for the final betrayal. Walk away while you still can. Because men like him never change. They just find new victims.

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