The first time it happened, it felt small. My mother-in-law, Delphina, mocked her friend Rosabel for not knowing paprika came from peppers.

I hadn’t known either, but her cruel laughter stung. Later, she scolded me: “You embarrass Darian when you don’t know things.”

Determined to improve, I spent hours at the library learning about spices. One day, I stopped by Darian’s office to surprise him,

only to hear he’d left early with someone named Keira. That night, he was cold, ignoring the paprika

chicken I’d made. Soon after, I saw his phone light up with a message: I miss you already. Can’t wait for tomorrow ❤️ —Keira.

When I confronted him, Darian admitted the affair, saying Keira “understood” him and that he felt “trapped” between me and his mother.

Delphina, eavesdropping, urged me to stay to protect his reputation. In that moment, I realized I was not a partner but a prop.

I left and moved in with my mother. Cooking classes reignited my joy, and soon I was helping Orson, a café owner, create his menu.

My paprika chicken became a bestseller. When Darian begged me back, I refused. What began as humiliation gave me freedom, strength, and a new beginning.