For years, my husband, Bryce, mocked my weight, cruelly comparing me to slimmer women and belittling my dreams. My comfort was baking, a passion that only seemed to add to my weight and his criticisms. My self-esteem plummeted as his words cut deep.
One evening at a party, Bryce’s attention fixated on Elise, a slim woman he admired. He compared me unfavorably to her and suggested I seek her tips. I felt humiliated, invisible, and alone. Rowan, the event host, noticed my discomfort and offered me a chance to develop the dessert menu for his boulangerie—a glimmer of hope in a dark time.
Determined to prove my worth, I worked tirelessly on the menu, balancing baking with a newfound fitness routine. Bryce’s snide remarks only fueled my resolve. On competition day, despite feeling shattered by Elise’s taunts and Bryce’s absence, I poured my heart into my creations.
When the results were announced, I won the contract and was offered a chance to study in Paris. Bryce, stunned and angry, demanded I come home. Rowan, witnessing the confrontation, praised my resilience and declared his feelings for me.
“I want a divorce,” I told Bryce, finally reclaiming my life. Rowan extended a bouquet and invited me to dinner, revealing plans to support me in Paris. A new life awaited, full of love and creativity.
