Hi Robenal,
I've had a look at the beginning for you, not got time to do more. It's not perfect but hope it helps:
That morning, spread out beside the beautiful sleeping Camille, the guy resolved to do something radical, to take time by surprise. He would not allow it to wreck their relationship.
-Camille, he whispered, arousing her from her sleep
-Yes, she said, yawning
-I'm leaving
She emerged from her dreams as though emerging from a hot bath, stretching voloptuously. The first rays of sun were beginning to light up the veranda adjoining their bedroom.
-It's time to go to the office already?
-No. I am leaving you, you and the children, for good.
Taken aback Camille sat up and pulled the blankets up around her as though this would help her to collect her thoughts.
-Are you mad?
-No. I simply have the courage to do what over men daren't: to leave their wives before the fire is extinguished.
Without losing his composure, Gaspard grabbed a bag, which had grown somewhat worn over the years, and began to pack his personal belongings. Plunged into some kind of stupor Camille let him grab his jumpers which were soaked with a mixture of smells. Camille felt as though a part of her had slipped into the guy's bag, without him knowing it. She didn't know what to say.
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