I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
Our eyes met across the space.
For a fraction of a second, her beautiful smile completely vanished from her face.
Then, just as quickly as it had disappeared, it returned.
It was perfectly formed, warm, and appeared deeply loving.
“Jonathan!” she called out cheerfully, taking a few steps into the hallway.
“There you are, my love.”