After my boyfriend cut off my hand, he asked me to make a wedding cake again.
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1 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. This was the 99th time he took something that…