Julian stood at the Michelin blind tasting, presenting my stolen family recipe as his masterpiece. When his dish emitted the fatal bitter scent of burnt Phantom Red Pepper, he panicked. He pointed at me in the shadows, loudly accusing his ex-girlfriend of poisoning his spices. Remaining silent would make me the scapegoat. Stepping into the light meant destroying my undercover status as the new executive chef. This irreversible choice would force me to endure immediate public humiliation and instantly disqualify my entire team from the rating. I stepped forward, asking if he knew what the secret cipher Frostfall on my manuscript meant. Before Julian could answer, the head judge Sebastian, the man holding absolute power over this tasting and my hidden husband, slowly stood up.