A Divorced Evil Lady Bakes Cakes Novels & Stories

] 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.]

I didn't permit myself to lose control, so I forced the question: why had she left? Because I'd missed our anniversary? Because of the hospital? Or was it something earlier — something I hadn't noticed? She'd been so decisive about the divorce. So final. That wasn't the Elena I remembered — the one who used to cry, who followed me everywhere, who waited. A memory surfaced. Those first days after Seraphina arrived — we were in the study, reminiscing. Old stories. Things only vampires would remember. Seraphina was animated, and I responded when it seemed appropriate.

she’d said. Eve stopped walking, her head had turned to her again in anger. She dived at Brenda, aiming to punch her face. “You signed the divorce papers, so why are you angry,” she'd laughed, taking the punch from Eve. “Christ, you've been stalking me?” She cried. Her punch became hard, the object fell to the floor. “You could say that,” she'd said. “I don't want you to go scot free Eve, signing the divorce papers doesn't guarantee you free from scandal.”

I craved a moment to breathe, a space to escape Nathan’s gaze… and the painful knot of disappointment in my chest. “The sheer audacity of him, waltzing in and ruining the vibe”. I muttered the thought like a curse, scanning the countertop for the cake knife, but couldn't find one. “But then again, this is Nathan Kings. He does what he wants, when he wants”, I grumbled, ripping open the kitchen counter drawer near the dishwasher, Bingo. A colorful set of plastic cake knives among a clutter of utensils. I grabbed one and headed out,

I don't even go home that much, she doesn't even see me at the house so why would my presence be the problem? Why am I so bothered? Why should I be worried about this? It's a divorce, right? We'll sign some stupid document, free ourselves of the contract and the marriage, and move on. Right? Shit! Where did things go wrong? "Now, you're getting me worried. What is wrong with you?" Sylvester asked again. I looked at him his time, and opened my mouth, ready to say something but someone interrupted before I could bring myself to say anything. "Who was that lady from earlier?"

The sales assistant could not help but scrutinize Ivanka. She found her familiar, but when she heard the word, “Grandma,” she figured it out. This lady… had to be Ivanka Lane! She was the woman who divorced Mr. Barkworth! Her biological grandmother had already passed away, so the grandmother she just mentioned had to be Mr. Barkworth’s grandmother! Contempt flashed in the sales assistant’s eyes. Ivanka had already divorced Mr. Barkworth, but she still did not forget to please the Barkworth family. Was she not being a shameless b*tch?

So far, we hadn’t shared any kind of intimacy in front of the kids, and I wouldn’t initiate anything. “What’s all this for?” Jude asked. With his body shielding me, he brushed his hand along my side, coming to rest on my hip for a brief squeeze before he stepped back. “A funfetti rainbow cake.” I could see his confusion. Before doing online research, I hadn’t known about such a cake either. I smiled. “You’ll see.” Daniele hovered in front of the terrace door, peering out toward the beach. Cherry sat beside him, her gaze locked on the seagulls roaming the sky. “Maybe you can take a walk on the beach with him, so he doesn’t see his cake before tomorrow?”

She hissed "And then your little smart pants of a wife found out about it, she was the one that revived your company even without you knowing and you dared do that to her? Poor you" "Sherly you're evil" "Ohh come on we are the same, remember what you did to Ava, she didn't deserve it, bro, she loves your fucking ass but you were busy chasing the evil that wants to destroy you" "Leave," I said calmly turning away from her,

He's spent twenty-six years of his life turning her into his human-robot, someone who would do anything he said. Anita glared at him, hate filled her eyes. “ I'm not perfect. Since you don't know, let me tell you. Mark and I divorced two years after our marriage. None of those kids are mine, I couldn't carry a child because my womb was damaged from the so-called body fit pills you forced me to take.” “ I've quit my job; I'm thinking of going into fashion because, in case you haven't f**king guessed, I'm a woman! Tomorrow, I'd be living in South Africa with a man I truly love.”

"How do I look?" "Oh, you're a beauty!" "Hey, how do I look? Could you give me a sec?" "Okay, okay!" "Sit down." Eve twirled around when Ivana was seated. She had her nails done. She was wearing fake long nails. Her skirt was oh-so-short. Her bodice was very low. Her cleavage was very visible. "Wow!" Brie and Belinda were stunned. They were transferring pastries and muffins from the kitchen to the truck. Today was the launching of 'The Enchanted Chefs.'