I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
“I only suspected something was wrong,” she defended softly.
“You only suspected it?” My voice accidentally came out much louder than I intended.
Several nearby guests turned their heads to look at us in curiosity.
Rebecca quickly lowered her head and whispered, “Christina begged me not to say a single word to you until she had gathered absolute proof.”
“And does she have proof now?” I asked, my hand tightening into a fist.
Rebecca looked me straight in the eye.