I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
I clicked on the first video file with a trembling finger.
The screen momentarily went pitch black before an image appeared.
It was low-resolution, grainy security camera footage that had no audio track.
It showed a long, carpeted office hallway that I recognized instantly.
It was the main corridor inside my own corporate office building.
The date stamp at the bottom clearly confirmed it was April seventeenth.