I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.

For the very first time in two whole years, I did not see the sweet, devoted woman I loved.

Instead, I saw a massive, terrifying question mark.

Who was Florence Fairmont really?

And what terrible things had she done to my family behind my back?

“I am going to check on Christina right now,” I stated firmly.

Florence’s friendly expression instantly hardened, showing a flash of pure anger.