For years, my husband Bryce mocked my weight, often joking about it with his friends, leaving me hurt and self-conscious.
Despite my love for baking, which provided solace, 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 openly admired a slim woman named Elise, further crushing my confidence. However, 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.
