Still in shock, I took off my glasses to get a clearer view of her, forgetting the fresh scars George’s slap had left on my face.

She was the same lady George had made out with on the night of our first dinner party together at the hotel, the same night he had drugged me before sleeping with me.

I still remembered her face clearly, even after all these years.

How on earth could they bring a whore to tutor my son? Was this the reason she had wanted to see me urgently?

“Who… who did you say she is?” I asked for clarity.

“Ted’s new English tutor,” Maria said...