I accidentally found a "Mistress Registration Form" in a company group email.
I found my husband Alec's name in this form alongside his childhood sweetheart of the same age.
In the evidence column, there was a screenshot of their chat.
The little childhood sweetheart asked him, "How long has it been since you touched that old lady?"
He replied, "Don't even mention it. Now when I look at the company interns, I see them brimming with youth."
"But when I go home and face her wrinkled face, I always feel like there's an old person smell."
You think I'm old, but you want my money?
Then go back to being a poor bastard!