Since her drink was finished, Faye's fingers just gently played with the stem of her glass. "I guess I actually thought he loved me. Somehow... But he didn't give a damn. Died and left millions in debt to me. Turns out he faked his death too - I'd just been his scapegoat plan all along." She shrugs, but given the way she stares at the glass and the table in front of her it seems that maybe she hasn't forgiven herself entirely for her weakness.