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.Advertisements