A Divorced Evil Lady Bakes Cakes Novels & Stories

I was really looking forward to having her ride in her rightful place behind me as my old lady, but there will be other days when she has learned her place beside me. Back at the compound, the old ladies have done me proud, laying out an amazing buffet that would rival any five-star restaurant and the stunning five-tier wedding cake, a classic masterpiece, was made by Stacey and Julieanne. They had taught themselves to make cakes and ice them as a hobby, and it had turned into a very profitable business. I knew the cake was part of their way of making it up to me for their men's betrayal. I would tell them tomorrow that it had worked.

I can see her. Fumbling around the kitchen, her hair tendrils tucked behind her ears. She is making dinner. I see her so calm and peaceful, she has no idea what's about to happen. I mean she has no idea that it happened. She is cooking ladyfingers. I mean, of course, she is. Last night, she made poached eggs, which everybody knows I hate and the rest seems to like. Just the thought of poached eggs makes me nauseous. She is making up for that. I love ladyfingers. No one else does, I don't know a single person who likes them as much as I do.

Morgan wake up and immediately gathered around to greet the old lady. Natalie signaled everyone to calm down; the noisy environment was not conducive to the old lady's recovery. Mrs. Morgan had just woken up, and her mind was blank for a moment. As she gradually regained consciousness, she finally remembered what had just happened. "Natalie, are you and Samuel really divorced?" Mrs. Morgan's voice was still trembling slightly; she did not want to accept this fact. Natalie was about to speak when Lily hastily declared her identity. "Grandma, Samuel has already divorced this woman. She is a terrible woman. You treated her so well, she did not even want to come to your birthday party before."

The moon hung there, half-eaten, pale and isolated. "I want a divorce."

"All the things you need are present here. We might be delighted to assist you..." The maids were professional and sweet. "Can you guys call me Pidge? I mean I'm not older from you all...and Lady Dasher seems a bit..." "Odd?" Ginger quickly asked and Garlic gushed an elbow towards her ribs. "Yeah, odd..." smiled Pidge. They started baking a cake. She was craving for red velvet...pouring the eggs into the mixture by whisking them, she taught the witches how to make the cake. The three of the maids were astonished to see how it bakes.

Peter nodded before sauntering away. Diva found it extremely weird. Who would want a wedding like that? Those kinds of weddings were awful in her eyes: getting married to a complete stranger-based on a token number? It seemed totally off. What if someone got unlucky and ended up with a bad partner? The only thing they could do about it would be to curse their fate for the rest of their lives. Shrugging her shoulders, Diva mumbled, "I would never want a wedding like that." She took her phone and went back to editing, trying to kill time, knowing that she wouldn't get another pastry until the workers returned.

Maybe I will take her to a nail technician. "Should we leave together or you have something to do?" I ask and she shrugs. "No, Lily will handle the last package now, we can leave then," She says and Lily brings out a silver parcel. She tears it open and it is a divorce paper in a gold case and our names boldly written on it. "He is a psychopath, I can assure that ma'am," Lily says as she stares at the paper with pure disgust. I walk to the garage and I bring out left over kerosene, I knew I could get it on here. I take a lighter and I carry the paper outside. I pour the kerosene on the paper and she lights the paper up.

I asked again, trying hard not to laugh out loud “Gabriella, what did i ever did to you to warrant this? You lied about the cake you bought from shop being poisoned, and now my shop has been burned down. Totally burned down! Oh my goodness! Where do I start from? My husband has threaten to divorce me! My in-law has turned their back on me! Suddenly, I am now the bad guy! I am the evil one!” She ranted loudly while muscus filled her nose. And it gives me so much joy to see her this way. “Oh! Now, you know how it's feel, right?” I asked smirking, and she paused to stare at me.

"Oh my God. That woman isn't even human. She was going to swap her own baby in and pass him off as the real heir!" "The assistant was in on the whole thing. The two of them are pure evil!" "No wonder Lena was so hell-bent on a divorce. If that were me, I wouldn't have lasted half as long." The judge brought the gavel down hard. "Order!" The room settled, and I looked at the judge. My voice was steady and clear. "Your Honor, I think everyone here understands now. When I asked for a divorce, it wasn't because I'd stopped caring.

I was getting pissed at this new attitude of hers. “Then ask her who she is getting married to. Aren’t you void of reasoning, Scarlett? You were just heartbroken barely 24 hours ago, and your so-called best friend is here announcing her wedding. Doesn’t that call for suspicion? Do you always have to be the perfect, understanding, knuckleheaded lady?” Stepmother expressed. When did she start caring about me enough to warrant this? “What are you insinuating, Mother?” I asked. “I’m getting married to Nathan,” Everleigh said in our little argument.