I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
I turned to my sister in absolute shock.
“What on earth was inside that envelope, Rebecca?”
“We do not know for sure yet,” Rebecca answered softly.
“There must be some clue in these files,” I insisted, clicking rapidly.
“Open the document file,” Rebecca suggested, pointing at the screen.
I opened the document file, which revealed a single high-resolution scanned page.