I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
I stared blankly at the screen in complete disbelief.
“No,” I whispered, my voice shaking uncontrollably.
Rebecca remained entirely silent beside me.
I clicked the play button to watch it a second time, and then a third time.
There was absolutely no mistake about what I was seeing.
Florence had physically assaulted my daughter inside my own business building.