I Was About to Marry My Mistress, 30 Years Younger Than Me.
“I watched the actual security footage on the USB drive, Florence,” I replied coldly.
For the very first time since she arrived, Florence’s composed face cracked, losing its calm demeanor.
“You actually opened and watched the drive…”
“Yes, I watched every second of it,” I confirmed.
Florence slowly closed her eyes for a moment.
When she opened them back up, all the gentleness and warmth had completely vanished from her face.