Every Pound I Gain Kills Her
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My husband Spencer quit his job to manage a rising model's career. In six months, she dropped the weight, blew up online, and turned into a supermodel — magazine covers, major runways, deal after deal.
Meanwhile, I watch myself expand by the day. Bloated. Double chin forming. Skin getting worse.
The whole world calls me greedy, lazy, out of control. Even my parents call to tell me to watch what I eat. And there's nothing I can say to make anyone understand.
Then one night, I catch them on the balcony, voices low, thinking no one can hear: "Forget about that fat cow. Once she drops dead, the house and the insurance are all ours."
That's when it finally makes sense.
Camille has a system tied to her. And it's tied to me.
Every pound I gain, she loses one.
I'm the fuel. The stepping stone. The inheritance they're waiting to collect.
She gets thin while I get fat?
So as long as I keep eating, she keeps losing weight?
Good.
I go ahead and spend a hundred grand booking a reclusive private chef for a full month. No limits on ingredients, price doesn't matter. The more extravagant, the better.
I'm going to eat whatever I want and actually enjoy my life.
Let's see how long she stays thin while I'm out here actually living my life.
Meanwhile, I watch myself expand by the day. Bloated. Double chin forming. Skin getting worse.
The whole world calls me greedy, lazy, out of control. Even my parents call to tell me to watch what I eat. And there's nothing I can say to make anyone understand.
Then one night, I catch them on the balcony, voices low, thinking no one can hear: "Forget about that fat cow. Once she drops dead, the house and the insurance are all ours."
That's when it finally makes sense.
Camille has a system tied to her. And it's tied to me.
Every pound I gain, she loses one.
I'm the fuel. The stepping stone. The inheritance they're waiting to collect.
She gets thin while I get fat?
So as long as I keep eating, she keeps losing weight?
Good.
I go ahead and spend a hundred grand booking a reclusive private chef for a full month. No limits on ingredients, price doesn't matter. The more extravagant, the better.
I'm going to eat whatever I want and actually enjoy my life.
Let's see how long she stays thin while I'm out here actually living my life.
















































