I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
“If you are watching this video right now, it means that I failed to stop you from going to the altar,” she said through her tears.
A long, painful silence stretched across the recording.
Then, she delivered a statement that made my heart stop beating inside my chest.
“Florence is not trying to marry you just for your money, Dad.”
I stared intently at the glowing display screen.
Rebecca slowly sat down in a nearby chair, holding her breath.