I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
“If what is on that drive is what Christina believes it is, your wedding is completely over,” she said softly.
I looked out the side window as the grand hotel faded into the distance.
“I think my marriage was over long before it even began.”
Rebecca drove in complete silence for a few moments before speaking up again.
“There is something else you need to know.”
I turned my head toward her.