For years, my husband mocked my figure, and I often turned to food to cope with our troubled marriage. One day, his teasing went too far when he compared me to a beautiful, slim woman in front of everyone. That was the moment I decided to take control.

I had always dreamed of becoming a pastry chef, spending hours in the kitchen creating desserts. But tasting everything as I baked led to weight gain. My confidence dropped, and Bryce made hurtful comments. He’d joke with friends about my appearance, making me feel invisible. I withdrew from his life, becoming a shadow of who I once was.

One night, I catered an event where my desserts were the highlight. Bryce paid more attention to a slim woman named Elise, complimenting her and making hurtful remarks about my appearance. He even suggested she would be better for a culinary opportunity I had worked so hard for. His words stung, but they ignited something inside me. I vowed to prove him wrong.

With newfound determination, I worked tirelessly on creating a dessert menu for a restaurant, while also focusing on my health. Despite Bryce’s sarcastic comments, I didn’t share my progress with him.

The day of the competition arrived. Elise, stunning and confident, made a cruel comment about my weight. I was devastated to see Bryce by her side, realizing she was his mistress. Just when I considered giving up, Rowan, the restaurant owner, encouraged me to push through. I poured everything into my desserts and won the contract.

As I stood victorious, Bryce, stunned and speechless, couldn’t believe his eyes. To my surprise, the prize also included a chance to study in Paris. Furious, Bryce tried to pull me back, but Rowan defended me, expressing his admiration. I finally found my voice and demanded a divorce.

Rowan, with a bouquet in hand, offered me the chance to pursue my dreams in Paris. His support gave me the courage to start a new life, one filled with love and creativity, far from Bryce’s shadow.