I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.

I turned around quickly to look at him.

He was crying hysterically, pointing his hand toward the large front window of the living room.

“She is standing right outside.”

My blood ran completely cold inside my veins.

I rushed over to the window and carefully peered through the slight gap in the curtains.

A long black luxury sedan was parked right across the street.