She Was A Gold Digger
A decently attractive woman I used to work with started dating another coworker. He was a kind of dorky-looking guy, but he was super nice, really smart, and—most importantly—had a very high-paying position. Eventually, they got married, and he thought life was perfect. He couldn’t have been more wrong. In the first year, he bought her whatever she wanted—a huge new house, a nice sports car.
He even paid for her to get some plastic surgery, including implants. Within 18 months of marriage, it came out that she had been cheating on him with multiple men, including men from work. No one hid it. Over the next several months, as the divorce came and went, she continued to sleep with many coworkers. She even had several open relationships, literally and figuratively.
It was clear she only married the poor guy for his money. On top of that, she needlessly flaunted her infidelity and rubbed his face in all her post-marriage flings. Then one day, the guy didn’t show up to work, and no one could get in touch with him. After a few days, his manager called the authorities requesting a wellness check. They found that he had taken his life over the weekend.