Seasoned Secrets

While organizing the cellar, I found a recipe for a menu for two—an exquisite meal for

the secret table Alex built, but the dessert was named 'Claire's Favorite.

But it wasn’t written for me. As I stood there in the dim light of the cellar,

a cold realization washed over me. My partner, Alex, whom I had trusted

implicitly and built this dream with, was now entwined in a web of deceit. Each line of his

scrawl on that paper spelled out not just a recipe for fine dining but one for heartbreak.

I stumbled back upstairs where guests filled our space with chatter and joy,

oblivious to the emotional storm brewing within me. Sarah, our loyal sous-chef,