A Divorced Evil Lady Bakes Cakes Novels & Stories

Step by step, he had pushed me away with his own hands, and in doing so, pushed himself into the abyss. The ringing of his phone pulled him from his thoughts. "Mr. Webster, Ms. Cameron contacted me earlier. She'd like to settle the division of assets from the divorce." It was Damon Evans, his attorney. Every time we'd been divorced in the past, Ryland had always given me expensive gifts. Houses, cars, or at the very least, designer handbags worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. When we signed the papers for our most recent divorce, I'd asked for a small portion of his assets for the first time. Compared to everything he'd given me before, it was almost nothing, which was why he hadn't paid

Luca stared like he hadn't understood. "Say that again." "I don't want this anymore," I said. "You can keep the child. I'll sign the divorce." Noah burst into tears, but it wasn't grief. It was anger. "How can you do that? You said you loved me most. Are you giving me up because Daddy only offered five hundred thousand?" Serena hugged him, her voice soft and poisonous. "Don't cry, baby. Some women say they love children, but they only love money."

I could see the fire in her eyes, the raw, unyielding power she had found in my absence. "I’m going to make you crawl, Nikolai," she whispered. "I’m going to make you watch me date other men. I’m going to make you sign over every last cent of those Cayman accounts to my foundation. And when you think you’ve finally earned a smile... I’m going to remind you of Micah." "Do it," I rasped, my hands finally settling on her waist, pulling her flush against me. "Break me. Ruin me. Just don't ask me to leave."

Petra sat on the couch, flipping through a large file, dressed like the billionaire heiress she was now. Her fitted cream blouse rested neatly against her body while the black skirt she wore crossed elegantly over her legs. The once simple woman who used to spend hours cooking and cleaning for Pete now carried herself with confidence and authority. The luxurious living room around her was quiet except for the soft sound of papers turning beneath her fingers. Malcolm walked in, holding a file. “The divorce proceedings are done.” He said, stretching the file to her as he sat opposite her.

After requesting an extended leave from my boss, I boarded a flight abroad. Of course, before leaving, I didn't forget to send Sebastian the divorce papers I had prepared long ago, along with the evidence of his affair that I had gathered. If he had any sense, he would sign them. If not, things would only get ugly in the end. This trip had no fixed destination—I just wanted to get away, see new places, taste new foods. Life had to go on. There was no need to punish myself for someone else's mistakes.

Shandri Dumein a twenty-four years old lady has long wavy silver hair with bluish eyes and porcelain skin. She is condemned as the villainess and the wife of the king. Standing near the window, she watches the central garden in the palace outside her office in deep thoughts. (It has been five years since I possessed this body and got married to the King. Within those five years, I did not change anything with the flow of the story. I never did read this novel and yet here I am living in here as the villainess.

"Our sweet daughter, Emily, is tired. We're leaving this disgusting place." Back in the lounge, Emily slept peacefully on the couch. After Arthur gently spread a blanket over her, he followed my gaze to the old marriage contract on the table. It was the one I had signed years ago. Its edges were now yellow with age. "Still can't let go?" he asked softly. I shook my head. He handed me a silver lighter and flicked it open. "Burn it," he said. I clicked the lighter, and a flame flared to life.

My mother walks towards me wrapping her hand around my arm she took me towards the table where a big cake was waiting for me with so many candles lit up and I was afraid a fire was going to break out, letting her drag me I blow out the candle and it took a moment for me to see what was written on the cake and when it registers I felt my whole was slipping away from me. On the cake in bold letters, the words were written “ HAPPY DIVORCE DAY!!” How did they find out?

I thought she had finally given up and wanted to discuss the divorce. As soon as the call connected, I was greeted by her hysterical sobs. "Zack, I know I was wrong! I really do! Jim is just a scumbag! Everything he gave me—the bags, the jewelry—they were all fake! Counterfeits! He’s been married for five years! He even has kids in school!" Hearing this, I felt an indescribable ache in my chest. A storm of emotions brewed inside me. Lynette had destroyed our home, our relationship, all for a man like that. But would someone like her truly believe she had done wrong?

Unfortunately, she became out of touch with society and met her downfall. “She’s been divorced long ago. It has almost been a year. Now, Liberty has successfully lost weight and recovered her youth and beauty from before. She started a breakfast diner with the alimony from the divorce, and business is booming. With the money earned and her savings, she bought a new store and is preparing to start a restaurant.