For years, my husband Bryce mocked my weight, often belittling me with comments like, “Maybe if you spent more time at the gym and less in the kitchen, you’d look better in that dress.” Despite his taunts, I found solace in baking, dreaming of becoming a skilled pastry chef. My passion for creating desserts led to more weight gain, but it was my talent that eventually spoke louder than Bryce’s criticism.

At a pivotal event where I catered as a chef, Bryce’s admiration for another woman, Elise, was hurtful. His comment, “Maybe you should ask her for some tips, sunshine,” stung deeply. Yet, Rowan, a business partner at the event, offered me a chance to develop a dessert menu for his restaurant. Despite Bryce’s dismissive attitude, I accepted the opportunity and worked tirelessly.

Winning the competition was my triumph. Bryce’s shock was palpable, but Rowan’s support was unwavering. He revealed a job opportunity in Paris and offered me a new beginning. Standing up to Bryce, I declared, “I want a divorce,” ready to embrace a future of independence and success.