The truth I’ve long concealed will finally be revealed. By reading these words, you are about to uncover a hidden story that has remained silent until this moment.

The woman recoiled, her nose wrinkling with disdain as she uttered the cutting remark, “Don’t tell me you actually eat frozen dinners?”

“I leaned in closer, my voice a hushed whisper. ‘Swear you’ll keep this between us.'”

Her eyes darted nervously as she leaned in close, whispering with fierce determination, “Not a single person will ever know.”

I cleared my throat and clarified, “I prefer to heat them up first.” I hesitated, then added, “Their too hard for me to bite when they’re completely frozen.”

My aversion to frozen dinners stems from a hidden truth, yet I unabashedly indulge in the occasional frozen dessert.