Kaczor,
You're being a child. This is my last letter. If I don't hear from you after this, then that's it; Papa will have the marriage annulled by Archon's decree.
The woman that you love was fake. She profiled you, learned what you liked. Did you know, your ideal woman is a demure, shy female who's too afraid of making a wrong move? You like to fix. The woman you loved, profile you, learned you, she played you.
Everything our life was, was a lie. Carefully crafted to suit my job. And since my job is the only thing I'm good at, you and everything we had was simple collateral.
I'd prefer to have something real with you, maybe. I'm not sure how I'll feel about you, in the future. I think I could come to love you, if you'd just give me the chance to exist outside of my profession. But I don't think you'd love me.
I'm not demure. I don't need someone else to save me. Not really.
Novella