For Years, My Husband Made Fun Of My Weight. I Often Turned To Food To Deal With The Problems In Our Marriage. One Day, He Crossed The Line—He Compared Me To A Slim, Pretty Woman In Front Of Others. That’s When I Decided It Was Time To Change Things.I Had Always Struggled With My Weight. No Matter What I Tried, I Couldn’t Lose The Extra Pounds.
I Had A Dream Of Becoming A Great Pastry Chef. The Kitchen Was My Safe Place Where I Could Forget My Problems. I Spent Hours Baking, Making Beautiful Desserts. But Of Course, I Tasted Everything I Made. The More I Baked, The More I Ate, And The Weight Kept Adding Up.
When I Looked In The Mirror, I Barely Recognized Myself. And My Husband, Bryce, Didn’t Help At All. He’d Make Comments Like, “Maybe If You Spent More Time At The Gym And Less In The Kitchen, You’d Look Better In That Dress,” Always With A Smirk.
His Words Really Hurt. I Would Hear Him Laughing On The Phone With His Friends, Making Jokes About My Weight, Thinking I Couldn’t Hear—But I Always Did. And It Always Hurt.
Used To Be By Bryce’s Side All The Time, The Supportive Wife Who Showed Up At Every Work Event, Smiling And Cheerful. But As I Gained Weight, I Lost My Confidence. I Stopped Going Out With Him. I Hid Away In The Kitchen While He Continued Living His Life Without Me. I Started To Wonder, “Is This Really All My Life Is?” I Felt Lost, Full Of Doubt And Alone.
Then One Day, I Had To Go To An Important Event—The First One I Was Catering As A Chef. My Desserts Would Be The Star Of The Night. I Had Looked Forward To This Moment For Months. Bryce Was Going Too, Since It Was Hosted By His Business Partner, Rowan.
As We Got To The Party, I Felt Nervous. My Hands Were Sweaty And I Kept Fixing My Dress. But Once We Were Inside, I Noticed Bryce Couldn’t Stop Looking At A Slim, Pretty Woman Across The Room. Her Name Was Elise, And Everyone Seemed Drawn To Her.
I Saw Bryce Staring At Her And Then He Said, “Now That’s How A Woman Should Look In A Dress.” Then He Glanced At Me And Added, “Maybe You Should Ask Her For Some Tips, Sunshine.”
His Words Really Hurt, And I Could Feel My Confidence Breaking Down. As The Night Went On, Bryce Kept Finding Reasons To Be Near Elise—Laughing At Her Jokes, Giving Her Compliments, While I Stood Off To The Side, Feeling More Invisible Than Ever. I Wanted To Disappear, So I Hid In A Corner. That’s When I Met Rowan. He Was Also Standing In The Corner, Unnoticed By The Crowd, But He Looked At Me With Kindness. When He Spoke, His Gentle Humor Made Me Feel Comfortable.
“Not A Fan Of The Crowd, Huh?” He Asked. “Not Really. I’m Better Behind The Scenes,” I Replied. “Well, You’ve Done An Amazing Job Tonight,” He Said, Nodding Toward The Dessert Table. “Did You Make All Of These?” “Yes, It’s My First Time Catering An Event Like This.” “First Time?” He Raised An Eyebrow. “You’d Never Know. These Are Incredible.”
His Words Helped Ease The Weight I’d Been Carrying All Night. Rowan Didn’t Focus On My Flaws; He Just Saw Me. We Kept Talking, And Somehow, We Got On The Topic Of My Love For Baking. Rowan Seemed Genuinely Interested. Then, He Told Me About His Bakery And Suggested I Try To Get The Contract To Create The Dessert Menu For His Restaurant. I Was Excited By The Idea, But Before I Could Say Anything, Bryce Showed Up Out Of Nowhere.
“Well, If It Isn’t The Star Of The Show,” Bryce Said Loudly, Then Turned To Rowan. “Thanks For The Invite, But We Need To Head Out. Got To Drop Elise Off Too, You Know How It Is.” He Added With A Smirk, “By The Way, Rowan, You Should Consider Elise For Your Team. She’s Really Good With Food. We Had A Great Chat About It.”
I Couldn’t Believe What I Was Hearing. My Own Husband Was Recommending A Woman He Had Just Met While Ignoring Everything I Had Worked So Hard For. I Forced A Smile And Said, “Thanks For The Chat, Rowan. I Really Appreciate It.” Rowan Nodded But Didn’t Say Anything More.
Once We Got Home, I Couldn’t Hold It In. “Bryce, How Could You Do That? How Could You Suggest Elise To Rowan? What About Me? Don’t You Think I’m Capable?”
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