I didn’t mind it at first... my husband’s fetish.
As taboo as it was, I turned my head, played a damn good role as his wife, and spent his fortune well.
…Until she twirled along and threatened every f*cking thing I owned.
Penelope, with the cherubic face, snatched waist, and barely legal age. His favorite, baby girl.
She was the permanent crack in my glass frame…so I decided to change the picture.