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

And I had selfishly replied, “We will handle it tomorrow, Margaret.”

There had been a long, painful silence on the line before she softly said, “Okay, Jonathan.”

That had been the very last conversation I ever had with my wife before she died.

Christina’s recording continued playing.

“The primary person Mom exposed back then was actually Florence’s father.”

I opened my eyes, stunned, as Rebecca gasped beside me.