I always thought opening the bakery I’d dreamed of forever would be the happiest chapter of my life — until my husband’s kin started treating it like their own free buffet. Day after day, they swooped in and grabbed treats without dropping a dime… and my husband just stood by, doing nothing. I held my tongue — until one morning, I arrived to find the front door already open…
A thin mist draped the street like a gauzy veil as I approached my bakery. I had to squint to make out the name painted on the window: Sweet Haven.
