After my boyfriend cut off my hand, he asked me to make a wedding cake again.

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I replicated my Grandpa's masterpiece for the dessert competition, but my fiancé's childhood friend accused me of using addictive poppy seed pods.

I frantically searched for evidence to prove my innocence, yet my fiancé locked me inside, embracing me in tears and even promising to marry me.

"I'm sorry, I love you, but Sophia really needs this trophy. This is the last time; I promise you'll rise to the top again next time."

Sophia took home the competition trophy, while my Family Heirloom Signature Dessert was scorned by thousands.