Zoo Animals Cake Toppers

During a charity gala, my boyfriend bids on a pair of matching watches but gives one of them to his true love. The media excitedly capture the scene and ask, "You bought a million-dollar watch without even batting an eye, Mr. Loewe. You've been single all these years—is it time for you to make an official announcement on your relationship status?" Everyone off stage applauds him, and I join them. I give him my blessings for his so-called announcement. To make it up to me, he attends my birthday celebration. Yet he pushes me into the cake to make his true love happy. Unbeknownst to him, there's a steel rack in the cake to keep it steady. I end up bloodied and on the brink of death.

Evelyn had baked a cake to celebrate her boyfriend's birthday. But outside the private room, she overheard his conversation with his friends. ‎ ‎"Honestly, I've never considered marrying Evelyn. She's just someone to pass time with. I will keep her around for now and when I get bored, I will end things with her. That's all." ‎ ‎"Don't you think that's a bit unfair to her? Evelyn has been with you for four years now." One of his friend blurted out. ‎ ‎"True, but I don't give a fuck. She isn't the kind of woman I envisioned as my partner. She's nothing like Andrea. Andrea is elegant, gorgeous and smart. She understands the business world and would be a perfect match for me" ‎ ‎Evelyn's heart shattered. ‎ ‎Andrea was her friend, and she couldn't believe they were seeing each other behind her back. ‎ ‎Then, Evelyn made a decision~ she made a call. ‎ ‎"Dad, I will return back home and go through with the wedding." ‎ ‎Later, Chris realized she was the heiress of one of the richest men in the country—And he totally freaked out. ‎ ‎He wouldn't let her go, but she was already claimed by someone else— The most powerful and ruthless billionaire- ALEXANDER BLACKWOOD. ‎ ‎Alexander cold demeanor melted into a passionate affection for Evelyn- which left Evelyn bewildered and completely captivated!

On our third wedding anniversary, I received a cake from my husband. It had the names Clarisse Burke and Antonio Carey written on it, along with Happy Third Anniversary. But I felt like I'd been plunged into ice. That wasn't my name. Clarisse was his secretary. Sure enough, I saw my cake in Clarisse Burke's latest post, labeled Iva Grant and Antonio Carey. [Three years, and someone's already treating me like his wife.] Below, there was a comment. [Delete that post! The cakes got mixed up. Don't let Iva find out.] That was when I realized he had planned every romantic surprise in pairs. Holding my phone, I laughed at his pathetic attempt to cover it up. But I was done. I started planning my exit.

My husband was ruled by his obsessive-compulsive disorder, enforcing rigid schedules that governed our household. On our daughter's birthday, he and his assistant showed up late. The girl, who mirrored her father's need for order, wasn't upset. She just smiled and invited them to cut her cake. My heart shattered as I watched their cream-covered faces and joyful photos. The next day, I handed him the divorce agreement, confusing him. "Just because Edith didn't cut the cake with you?" "Yes."