The following morning, by the time I was leaving the house with Ted and our chauffeur, George wasn’t back yet. But I didn’t care, nor did I bother phoning him. I just felt sad and bitter that I had been plunged into this kind of life. This wasn’t the life I had envisioned for myself ten years ago. Funny how people envied me and wished to be in my shoes.

“Let's use the Gran Coupe, mum.” Ted said as we approached the cars lined up in the premises. I furrowed my brows, staring at George's latest baby, a BMW 2 Series.

“What happened to the 911 Carrera we used yesterday?”...