Betraying Me with a Maid

On my seventh wedding anniversary, my grandmother, Adele Fortescue, appeared to me in a dream.

In the dream, she tapped my head with her tobacco pipe with full of disappointed expression on her face.

“Flavia, you’re a stubborn girl. You didn’t even notice your husband was cheating on you. His mistress—you could see her the moment you opened your eyes!”

Half-believing and half-doubting, I opened my eyes to find three women sitting in front of me.

One was my best friend, Beatrice Alvarez.

Another was Camilla Brader, the college student whom Diego Rodriguez and I sponsored together.