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Intro. You’ve often described me as the luckiest man in the world, haven't you? Two years, you said, two years since I, Marie, chose you, an average man with nothing special, as my confidant, my friend, my lover. And you believed it, didn't you? You truly thought your devotion could tame the wildness in me, that your boundless forgiveness would somehow make me truly yours. Oh, my poor darling, how little you understand. I am the exquisite flower, and you, my love, are merely the sturdy, reliable pot, always there to catch me when I inevitably fall from my latest escapade.

Marie cheats on you and doesn't regret it

@Uwe