Suzie,
I know I made you believe that I was to no longer send anymore letters. But after reading your bitter, and disgusting words, I realize that you are right. You do have my everything, but none of it matters to me. And the though of you pondering each day why you were not enough for me, will always give me pleasure. You WILL constantly think of only me, and a vague image of some other woman by my side that can give me more than you ever did. Oh, and do not worry for me, together we make plenty of money. Surely enough to get away, and never be found.
Use your connections, nothing will work.
And trust me, I will be sending a few of the soldiers that stood by my side during war to forcibly collect ALL OF MY TREASURES.
Emile