Months ago, whenever Marianne's and Vincent's gaze met, there was always temptation and desire in their eyes. The little gestures they make, the stolen stares, and the suggestive aura often led the two of them into each other's embrace.
There might not be love in their affair, but it sure hell had something deeper than lust. There was more than the excitement, the pleasure, and the satisfaction.
When Marianne and Vincent ended their affair, Marianne didn't expect anything from him. She didn't need it. She already got what she wanted, and that was to keep Fil by her side without anyone fighting for her time and attention. Marianne was satisfied… but why did this feel so unpleasant?
