I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
“I know you did not,” she replied softly.
“Then who transferred this money out of my account?” I demanded, feeling sick.
Rebecca scrolled down to the bottom of the page.
The large sum of money had been transferred directly into a business account belonging to an entity named Fairmont Financial Services.
My eyes glued themselves to the corporate name on the page.
“Fairmont?”