You take a swing at him

Okay, that's too much.

You take a swing at Bentham.

He grabs your fist from mid-air, throws you to the ground, then goes back to fucking your wife. "God, you are a girl, aren't you."

"Fuck you, asshole."

"I offered to let you suck my ass. Isn't that enough."

You pick yourself off the ground. Your hand hurts like hell where he grabbed you and you're going to have a bruise from how hard you landed but you're alive. You realize he probably could have killed you if he'd thought you were worth the bother.

Well, hell. You promise yourself that somehow you're going to become worth the bother... somehow you're going to make him wish that he'd killed you when he had the chance... before you figured out a way to fuck with him.

"You know, Amber, you say, "there's going to be a day when you look back at this and say, 'what was I thinking when I dumped Mike. Because when you come crawling to me, begging me to take you back, I'm going to laugh and tell you to go back to Bentham.

Amber laughs. "Yeah, the day my pussy is so sore from being fucked right that I decide all I can take is a two-stroke wonder. Which will be... uh, never."

You let her gloat. Somehow you're going to make things different.

Somehow.