My Bocuse d’Or Europe golden ticket had been stolen! Along with my signature recipe!
I had trained my cooking skills for three years. Sacrificing so much of my life to achieve it. But Bryan stole it and easily gave it to Livia!
Three years of my love turned out to be just the time he needed to steal my dream. And hand it over to his adopted sister.
The cruelest part is that he got me pregnant not out of love. But so that I would stay—until he got everything he needed from me.
In my wheelchair, I insisted on going to report it to the culinary association. I would say that it was my ticket and my recipe.
But in front of that large building, Bryan suddenly appeared behind me. His hands held the wheelchair until I couldn't move.
"Elena, it turns out you're a reckless woman."
"If you keep sabotaging Livia's dreams... your father in prison will die upon hearing something bad about you."
I froze. "What do you mean?"
Bryan calmly showed him his phone screen. The fake news was ready—I was accused of climbing the culinary ladder by selling myself to great chefs. The media would spread it.