The first time it happened, it was small — my mother-in-law, Delphina, mocking her friend Rosabel for not knowing what paprika was. I stayed quiet, cheeks warm, because I didn’t know either. When Rosabel left, Delphina told me, “You embarrass Darian when you don’t know things.” The words stuck. The next day, I went to the library to learn about spices, determined to change that. On the way home, I stopped by Darian’s office to surprise him, only to learn he’d left early with a woman named Keira.
Two nights later, I saw a late-night text from her: I miss you already. ❤️ His phone revealed months of messages and photos. When I confronted him, he admitted the affair, saying he felt “trapped” with me and his mother. Delphina ordered me not to leave him “for his reputation.” I packed my bags that night. Living with my mom, I started cooking classes. Rosabel reappeared, introduced me to Orson, and I began working at his café. My paprika chicken became a bestseller.
Months later, Delphina walked in. I smiled and told her I loved my work. Darian came once too, saying Keira had left and he wanted me back. I refused — I’d already found what I needed. Now, every time someone orders my paprika chicken, I remember: what began as humiliation over a spice became the crack that let the truth in — and led me to a life where I feel proud, safe, and free.