My Fiancé Rented Our Penthouse to His Intern for $10 a Month

Six months on a work trip. That's all it took for my fiancé to move another woman into our penthouse.

The rent? Ten dollars a month.

I came home early to surprise him for his birthday. A girl in an apron opened my door and told me I had the wrong floor.

Then I walked into my own study and saw half my art collection missing. Handed out like party favors. To neighbors who suddenly had a lot to say about the "happy couple."

Here's what Ryan forgot.

My family paid for that penthouse in full. My name is the only one on the deed. And the camera in the study — he never knew it was there.

He wanted to play house with her.

Fine. But he's about to find out what happens when you touch my money.