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--king 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.