At My Daughter’s Wedding, My Husband Gave His Mistress My Seat and Told Me to Sit in the Back—Then the Groom’s Father Walked Past Him and Said, “Laura, I’ve Finally Found You”
Once the company froze her access and attorneys began asking questions, Corinne hired counsel.
She moved out of Tristan’s hotel suite.
Stopped answering his personal calls.
Her attorney communicated instead.
Tristan took that as proof she had never loved him.
Maybe.
Maybe she had once felt something.
I did not need to solve their romance.