She was utterly at a loss as to how to act around him.
Did she hate him? Yes. Yes, because he used her naivety, broke her heart and gave new life to her insecurities.
She was very vocal about her hatred too. She found particular joy at making smart-ass come backs to his lame one-liners and making him lose face. She also found it hilarious to make puns at his expense. The man hated a woman, especially one who had been so dependent on him, put one above him. But there was nothing much he could do. She enjoyed his powerlessness.
Others knew of her hatred as well. Though she took particular care to not speak outright of his crimes, those who hated him flocked around her. At such discussions she was always passive and mute, but she listened. Oh she listened.
But there were other times when she’d feel sorry for him.