I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
“Did you actually see Florence hurt Mommy?” I asked softly.
Leo’s lower lip began to tremble violently as he looked toward the bridal suite once more.
“Florence said that Mommy was a very bad daughter.”
A cold, icy sensation slowly moved through my entire chest.
“What happened after she said that to Mommy?”
Leo squeezed my hand as hard as he could.