He Called Her His Muse

My boyfriend, Wallace Vance, was the most ruthless designer in the fashion industry. He showed no mercy, not even to me, his exclusive runway model.

When my weight went over by less than half a pound, he kicked me straight off the runway.

“Alice, this is business, not a game,” he said coldly. “I won’t give you special treatment just because you’re my girlfriend.”

I respected his work ethic. Or at least, I tried to.

Until today. I had to leave the gym early because of a sudden dizzy spell from low blood sugar.