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

The third file was titled CAMERA_0429.

I stared intently at the date codes on the screen.

“What happened on April seventeenth?”

Rebecca looked at me with deep sorrow in her eyes.

“That was the exact day Christina first told me that Florence had physically struck her.”

My hands went completely numb and ice-cold.