My husband and I had chosen not to have children. Whenever anyone questioned our decision, he was the first to push back. Then he'd reassure me. "Not having a baby is a good thing for models like us. I don't want you worrying about what pregnancy might do to your figure. If you want to be a mom without going through childbirth, we can adopt." I was touched. I nodded, and we went to a children's home to adopt a little girl. I loved her as my own, but she was only affectionate with Malcolm Pierce. She even pushed me down the stairs. Heartbroken, I begged him to send her away. "A model needs her legs. I have runway shows to do. I can't let her destroy my career!" For the first time, he snapped at me. "She's just a child. Why are you holding it against her? I'll talk to her tonight. I promise she won't hurt you again." I wasn't convinced, so I followed him in secret. He was holding the sulking girl in his arms, soothing her. "You're 25. Why are you still acting like a child? Don't worry. As long as I'm here, that old witch won't make you leave." The girl he'd brought home was an adult with dwarfism. If that was how he wanted to play it, his modeling career was over.