For years, my husband made mocked my plump figure. I often used food to cope with our troubled marriage. One day, his jokes went too far—he compared me to a slim, beautiful woman in front of everyone.
That was the moment I decided to take control. Soon, I shocked my husband and made him speechless. For the past few years, I struggled with my weight. No matter what I did, those extra pounds clung to me like a second skin. I had always dreamed of becoming a skilled pastry chef. The kitchen was my sanctuary, my escape from reality. I spent countless hours there, perfecting my desserts, and creating art from flour and sugar.But, of course, tasting everything was part of the job, right?
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