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Two hours later, the kitchen looked like a battlefield. Flour in the air. Chocolate smudges on cheeks. Sugar scattered across countertops. Ava and Malik were covered in evidence of their crimes. Adrian looked exactly as he had at the beginning—composed. Denise and Dominic’s pastries sat cooling in flawless rows. My father’s cake—rescued from Alex’s destruction—looked simple but elegant. And ours? Our counter looked like a bakery display case. Cupcakes perfectly frosted. Lava cakes resting in ramekins.

“Dorothy, where did you go? Weren’t you going to get divorced? Why didn’t I hear anything from you all day? You didn’t even pick up my calls. Oh my god! I thought you were kidnapped and raped by that b*stard, Alex. I was worried sick, and I nearly called the cops!” Lady Dorothy covered the speaker with her hand before glancing at Alex. “B*stard, you raped me,” she chuckled softly. “I’ll rape you again then,” replied Alex. “No, no… Please forgive me, my lord!” Lady Dorothy exclaimed. Madame Claire sounded furious on the phone. “Hey, hey, are you listening to me? Did you get a divorce or not?” “I did,” Lady Dorothy said. “That’s great. That jerk is finally out of your life. Don’t worry. I’ll f

“What did you say?” The woman shrugged, smiling as she threw a look my way. “A guy like Amory will be just fine. You want me to suggest a nice second-wife candidate?” she said, her voice dripping with false innocence. Madam Elizabeth slammed her hand against the counter. The sound echoed through the room, causing a few heads to turn. “You think divorce is easy? Want me to make your son the first to experience it?” she shot back, pointing a finger in the woman’s face.

“Seriously, I didn't even know you knew how to bake, let alone think about something like that.” “I know how to bake!” Eva retorted indignantly. “I did the pizza, and you know Victoria is the bakery expert. She helped me with the cake. Did you eat them?” “Only the pussies.” He answered, narrowing his eyes when Eva raised a brow at him. “You didn't expect me to eat the dicks, did you? Sweetheart, I'm not gay. I thought you would know that by now.” Eva shook her head as she wiggled into her skirt. “Anyways, it's not like it didn't work.” She mused triumphantly.

The neighbor’s house—where my lovely fiancée was most definitely missing me terribly. But when I knocked on the door, I heard giggling inside. Amber and Eva opened the door, both dusted in flour like they’d been through a baking explosion. “What happened here?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. Amber blushed as I wiped a bit of flour off her nose. “Uhh… we were doing a test run for the wedding cake.” “Wait, you two are making the cake?” Eva raised her hand proudly. “Correction: I’m making it. Amber wouldn’t know her way around a cake if it came with a map. She can stick to yapping in court while I, the skilled nurse with magical fingers, whip up a healthy masterpiece.”

Go home to your family Coleman. “No way. He goes nowhere,” that was the voice of Eva. She walked in and a furious, red face threatened everyone, same as the base ball bat in her hands. “Barrister Coleman, Melissa wants to sign the divorce so she can leave this evil villa. It is either you give her the divorce papers to sign else someone will get injured.” Scare crept into their faces. Opula who had been standing, sat down gently and Fanny pushed back in the sofa, Kate’s face was meshed in nervousness.

It comes as a shock and I do not understand what it means. " You'll need some flour, eggs, butter, sugar, salt, chocolate chips and a little corn starch." she tells no one in particular as she lays them all out in the order she named them. " Vanilla." I mutter. I didn't know when the words had come out but I was too excited. " Evelyn was a baker and she was the wife of the Alpha in the pack that I had been in before the Blood moon." I say. Mrs Lycaon seems delighted.

She passed her an awkward smile. “Okay then, let’s go.” And then they leave for a shop nearby. It was Kate’s shop. Fortunately Irene and Hazel knew this lady. She was a kind lady. She was a divorcee, only because her husband divorced her and did not even give her alimony. She was left alone with her girl child. Girl child—the reason he divorced her, was because he needed a boy. Shame on him!

He shouted coldly, "Yes! I slept with her! And yes, I like her! If you can’t take it, then get out! The divorce papers are ready whenever you want to sign them, Sofia!" The boardroom fell into a deathly silence. I stared at this stranger and screamed back hysterically, "Why should I divorce you?! Why should I make it easy for you and that hypocritical bitch?! "Dante, I want you and her to carry the stigma of adultery for the rest of your lives! You will never be forgiven in the eyes of God!"

] The message had just gone out, and the chat blew up. [Ava shared her strawberry cake with my daughter, who had a fall. Such a thoughtful kid.] [Let's do strawberry cakes again. The kids all love them.] The words "strawberry cake" stung Carrie. She let out a cold laugh, her fingers flying across the keyboard. [Everyone, this is Ava's mother. I'm sorry to say that her dad and I are divorced. It's all Ava's fault. For a stupid cake, she pushed her dad to another woman.]