I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
I had chosen Florence over my own flesh and blood.
My own daughter had been desperately trying to save me from ruin, and I had completely refused to listen to her.
The inside of the car suddenly felt suffocatingly small.
“How long has this whole nightmare been happening behind my back?” I asked in a strained voice.
Rebecca did not answer right away.
“How long, Rebecca?” I demanded.