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.