My Husband’s Family Treating My Brand-New Bakery as Their Personal Buffet — Until I Served Them the Pettiest Revenge

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. I’d gazed at that name countless times, but it still felt like a dream. I slid my key into the lock.

The door swung wide, and I flipped on the lights with that same bubbly thrill I’d felt every morning for the past three weeks. Then I glanced at the display case — and my stomach dropped. It was half-empty.Continue reading…