A Divorced Evil Lady Bakes Cakes Novels & Stories

The first thing she asked was not how I was doing, nor whether I had settled in or needed anything after the divorce. "Have you finished packing?" I looked around my tiny apartment and let out a bitter chuckle. "More or less." "Good. Leave your old closet behind. Maeve took a look at them and told me there was nothing worth keeping." Her voice carried no overt ill intent. She simply spoke as though this were the natural order of things. Then, she added, "By the way, Maeve wants the recipe for your ragù." For three whole years, I had made jars of that ragù almost every single weekend. Oliver ate it so often with breakfast that whenever our stock ran low, I'd instinctively whip up a few more j

“What the hell do you think you’re playing at?” “Please,” I shot back, my voice laced with derision. “We all know this is where it was heading. Let’s not pretend otherwise.” My gaze swept the room.“Divorce.” “Oh, Emily,” Lucy smirked, lifting a hand as if to stifle laughter. “Divorce? By all means, go ahead. I have no objections. In fact, I’m relieved. It’s about time you realized how laughably unworthy you’ve always been of my son.”

“You have no right, Damian. You lost that right three years ago, the moment our house exploded with me and my mother in it, while you were off with your mistress, accusing me of things I didn’t do.” Her words hit like a punch. Straight to the chest. Lucas looked like he wanted to sink into the table. I could see the discomfort crawling up his neck, but Elena didn’t care. She was on fire, and I was the match she wanted to burn. “So don’t come here acting like you suddenly care,” she hissed. “We’re divorced. I moved on. You should too.” I didn’t even realise I’d been gripping the chair so hard until the sound of it creaking under my hand snapped me back. I set it down before I shattered it.

They had one hour to resolve this PR disaster before it became too late. “What? Apologize? It should be that b*tch who should offer an apology! She's just an ungrateful, untraceable gold-digger who even dared to put our family in trouble? Bring her back and see what I'll do to this b*tch to teach her a lesson!” "We've already had a divorce..."

Despite my reluctance to answer, I found myself compelled to do so upon observing her expectant expression. “Of course, I do…” “Then, why isn’t he with us?” “Because…” “Does he love someone else?” she asked innocently, then added, “Mommy, can you love someone else too? Can you love Mister?” “What are you saying…” “At first, I didn’t know what divorce was when Mister mentioned it. However, I asked my teacher, who explained that it is when two people separate. So, does that mean you and Dad have already divorced?”

As long as he showed even a shred of care, her emotions would spiral in response. But between Dominic and Camilla, he was the powerless one. A single careless word from her, a mere hint of her indifference, and he would crumble completely. After all, betrayal will never go unpunished. Valerie turned away and descended the stairs from the far side of the hall, choosing a quieter path. Back home, Valerie picked up the cake that had been left by the door and gave herself a quiet birthday celebration. It was a six-inch cake, but she ate half before heading to bed.

"What more can be expected from you, Evan Knight?" she bitterly said. Evan leans towards her and says, “You're mine, and you have to live only with me and work here, Mrs. Knight. Bella looks at him and says, “Correction, I am not Mrs. Knight. Let me remind you that 2 years ago you filed a divorce petition in court, and we were divorced without any problem because you thought I was a whore. Believe me, Mr. Knight, even if I don't get a job, I can still earn money by doing whoring, as you know.”

Since Irene's past was revealed to restore her reputation, countless people were cursing and shouting at the evil mother-in-law, the crappy husband, and the mistress. As the mistress in the story, Lily got over the insults from strangers. But the crappy husband and the evil mother-in-law might not be able to handle it so well. Lily and the evil mother-in-law were guilty of Irene's past, but the husband was innocent. Edric would lose his mind if he found out that he was being hurled at online. So would Margaret. Lily had to tell Margaret about this.

I'd be living the life of a socialite! "But no, you didn't just ruin my last marriage—you ruined my whole life! You ruined me and my baby! You evil bitch, why won't you just disappear since he never loved you?" Darlene was screaming louder and louder at me. I held on to the wall and forced myself to stand up. Then, I glared at the wailing Darlene and chuckled coldly. "That's right! I only wanted to disgust you and ruin everything for you. How do you like it?"

But then, if the king truly punishes her… I’m somehow sad I’d be the reason why the royal family is in turmoil right now. I take the plate from her, cut out a chunk with the fork and dip it in my mouth. The cake melt in my tongue —it is delicious and perfectly tangy; just the perfect way I love my red velvet cake. I nod in satisfaction and squeeze my eyes close to savor the taste. “Thank you guys,” I say, my voice thick with emotions. “You guys are the best friends in the world.” “Eva baked the cake,” Luna says, lieing on the bed.