She watched him as he carefully considered her condition, it likely was not an easy one to accept.  No one wanted anyone else to see where they were failing, but she insisted upon it, and from this she would not back down.  She folded her hands and rested them gently on the table as she leaned forward and smiled.  "Oh, but you forget, I am American, and part of my charm is that I handle the media with all the grace and aplomb of someone twice my age, and I assure you there will be media interest on both sides of the Atlantic when this marriage is made public.  As for me having a part to play?  I assure you, I understand my part.  I am the checkbook, nothing more.  We will marry, you will run your enterprises, I will run mine.  We will maintain civility and if possible a friendship, and after six months to a year we will quietly file for divorce so that you may begin your search for your second wife."  She said plainly.  

"There will be no children, and after an appropriate amount of time, I am guessing three, maybe four months we will no longer even share a room, much less a bed, which will of course lend veracity to our claims that we are just not a suitable match."  She explained.  "I think that the best way to handle this situation going forward yes?"  She asked this time reaching for the champagne, in her mind the negotiations were concluded and therefore she would be safe to drink.