A divorced evil lady bakes cakes

I had been in the position of Duchess for nine years for my quiet and indifferent husband, but all I had left was contempt and indifference, and the only thing I was accused of having a love affair:

– Now it’s a limit to endure this marriage. No matter how you cry and beat the Emperor, I can’t stand it anymore.

—If. Yes. Can I sign here?

– So if you pretend to be poor like last time, this time … What?

I waved divorce papers on an indifferent day.

– I’m done. Can I go now?

– Oh, you don’t have to talk about alimony, dowry, just give me back my dowry.

– What are you gonna do with that little money?

My husband, who had not cared what he had done for the past nine years, asked me a question in his voice.

I laughed confidently and answered: – I’m going to open a dessert cafe.