Recipe for Betrayal

Summary

Just because Ethan said he was tired of eating out, I quit my job to become a stay-at-home wife, pouring my heart into making him three square meals a day.

I started filming the process and posting it online, slowly building a decent following as a food vlogger.

But today, scrolling through the sea of glowing compliments, one comment stopped my heart: Stop fooling yourself, honey. He looks like he’s about to puke every time he takes a bite.

I checked her IP address. She’s in the same city.

My stomach dropped.