A Divorced Evil Lady Bakes Cakes

An evil divorcee makes cakes
I served as my quiet, indifferent husband’s duchess for nine years, but all I had left was contempt and indifference, and the only thing I was accused of doing was having an affair. “There’s only so much I can take for this marriage,” I once said. No matter how much you sob or beg the Emperor, I can no longer take it. Should I sign here? “So what happens this time if you act poor like you did last time?” I displayed my divorce papers on a dull day. “I’m through. I want to leave. Oh, just return my dowry; you don’t need to talk about alimony or dowries. What are you going to buy with that meager sum of money? In his voice, my husband, who had not given a damn about what he had done for the previous nine years, questioned me. I replied, confidently laughing, “I’m opening a dessert cafe.”