Betrayed by my husband and sister, I became a perfumer

Three years ago, at the perfumery competition, I inexplicably lost my sense of smell and lost the contest.

Afterward, my younger sister, who'd taken the championship, came running over cradling her trophy to gloat.

Beside me, my parents were scolding me for being a useless failure who had disgraced them beyond words.

At that critical moment, my fiancé Bryce Henson, a pharmacist, was the one who stayed faithfully by my side. "Don't worry. I promise I'll formulate a serum to restore your sense of smell as soon as I possibly can."