My husband tracks my location. But he can't track my hunger.
Everyone sees Elena Vance as the perfect art advisor. But under the couture gowns, I’m covered in bruises you can’t see. I’m an addict, and my drug is chaos.
It started with a photo. A candid shot of me staring at a raw steak like a wolf. The caption? "You look hungry."
That message woke the beast inside me. Now I’m standing in a dirty studio in Brooklyn, letting a stranger ruin my reputation, my clothes, and my marriage.
This is the story of how I burned my life down. Not because I was unhappy. But because I was bored.
