I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
“Jonathan, wait a minute.”
I stopped moving, but when she tried to grab my fingers, I instinctively pulled my hand far away from her touch.
Her facial expression changed instantly.
It was not a major change, but it was more than enough to reveal her true nature.
For the very first time, I saw what was hiding beneath her carefully crafted facade.
There was intense fear, followed quickly by dark, burning anger.