I never expected to see my ex-husband, Liam, or my former best friend, Daria, again. But two years after our divorce, they walked into my restaurant—smug as ever, unaware I owned the place.
Our marriage had once been built on love and the dream of a family. After years of trying, I finally got pregnant—but lost the baby at eleven weeks. Grief consumed me, and while I fought to heal, Liam drifted away… straight into Daria’s arms. That betrayal broke me, but it also pushed me to rebuild.
I sold our house, opened Gracie’s Table, and poured my heart into it until it thrived. So when they showed up, expecting to mock me, I calmly said, “This is my restaurant.” Their shock was priceless.
They left a bad review the next day, but my community defended me, turning the backlash into success. Now, I’m engaged to my head chef, Mark, and happier than ever.
It wasn’t revenge—it was resilience. Not payback, just dessert.
