Hello, my love. Can you believe it’s our three year wedding anniversary this weekend? I know: time has just flown since we’ve been together… hasn’t it? Time really flies when you have such a beautiful, luscious, dream woman as your wife. When we met, you instantly knew I’d be the perfect trophy wife: eloquent, educated, sensual, graceful, at home in any environment, able to fit in at all of your work functions and converse effortlessly with your colleagues. And that’s why you married me, and it’s been an incredible time with you. But given that our anniversary is this weekend, I wanted to discuss something with you: our contract. The agreement that details everything I’d do for you… and everything you’d do for me. I’ve completed my part of the agreement. I know that what I’ve given you as your wife, for you as a man, is priceless. And that’s why you’ll repay me… by giving me fucking everything. Account access. This apartment. Credit cards. As per our contract. So, for our three year anniversary this weekend, I’ve planned a romantic date to the lawyer’s office to get started on implementing our agreement. Your life as you know it is over now. And mine is just starting ;) Happy anniversary, my love.