“What guy are you talking about?” George asked Ted again.

He was the most insensitive being I have ever encountered. Too bad I was unfortunate to get married to him.

“George, please help me up to the room.” I exaggerated my moan and pants to evoke pity. But that seemed to have little effect on him.

“What guy, Ted?” George still pressed.

“Come on, dad. Won’t you help mum?”

It was at this stage he finally agreed to help.

He carried me inside, but not without handling me roughly. After he laid me on the bed, he sighed and stood arms akimbo, giving me a mean stare. “You care to...