For many years, my husband Bryce mocked my weight, often joking about it with his friends, leaving me hurt and self-conscious.
I loved baking, which provided solace, but the weight gain strained our marriage. Bryce’s hurtful comments, like “Maybe if you spent more time at the gym and less in the kitchen, you’d look better in that dress,” only deepened my insecurity.
At a party we attended, Bryce had the nerve to flirt with a slim woman named Elise right in front of me! When I confronted them, he simply said, “THIS IS HOW A WOMAN SHOULD LOOK IN A DRESS. GO AWAY!”
He continued to laugh with her. This further crushed my confidence. My heart shattered into tiny pieces, but I knew I wouldn’t tolerate it any longer. I’d had enough. He would pay for all the hu:m:iliat:ion.
Fortunately, a conversation with Rowan, Bryce’s business partner, reignited my passion. Rowan praised my desserts and encouraged me to compete for a position at his boulangerie.
Fueled by determination, I worked hard, both in the kitchen and on my health. On the day of the competition, I faced Elise, who mocked me, but I pushed through. I won the contract, leaving Bryce speechless.
Rowan confessed his feelings, offering me a new life in Paris. Finally, I found the strength to stand up to Bryce and demanded a divorce, ready to embrace my new future.