I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
“Yes, I did,” she whispered, lowering her head in shame.
“And I am so deeply sorry for the pain I have caused you and your family.”
From behind me inside the house, little Leo whispered softly, “Grandpa?”
I turned around to see him standing by Rebecca’s side, watching us.
I looked at my innocent grandson, then thought of my daughter sitting alone in her apartment, and finally looked at the woman standing before me in a wedding dress.
I realized a profound truth at that exact moment.