I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
Rebecca’s eyes quickly filled up with tears.
“Yes, Jonathan, she was absolutely terrified.”
I stared at my sister in utter shock.
“Was she terrified of Florence?”
“Yes, she was,” Rebecca whispered, wiping a tear from her cheek.
“Did you know about this all along?” I asked, feeling betrayed.