I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
Her eyes were red and swollen from hours of crying.
When she looked up and saw me standing in her doorway, she did not say a single word.
I did not speak either.
I simply walked across the room and dropped to my knees right in front of her, exactly as I had dropped to my knees beside little Leo earlier that morning.
“I should have listened to you from the very beginning, Christina,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face.
Christina looked down at me, her voice trembling.