A divorced evil lady bakes cakes

Erin de Brescia was a villain.

I have never deliberately killed or harassed anyone.
She had never done anything particularly evil, had never been jealous and haunted her husband’s lover.

He was not as lavish and arrogant as the usual evil girls.
Far from luxury, Erin wore a plain dress with no strabismus.

She was the highest woman in the Imperial Palace, but she had never acted at will. She had never spent her money.

I endured all my desires and always tried to be a sweet and humble wife.
That way, you’ll get a little less blame.

That’s how I’ve lived for nine years.
But the only thing left as a result was the stigma of evil.

She is the daughter of a fallen family, and she dare to take the place of the Duchess and become the greatest lady of the Empire.
Tormenting the poor girl who loves the Duke.

A dirty evil woman who wears a mask of a wise wife and has a shameless affair.
That was the opinion of most of the imperial nobles who saw Erin.

And now her husband, the Duke of Levenberg, was also agreeing with that opinion.

“I’m going to divorce you.”

The Duke threw the document with contemptful eyes.
A dry sheet of paper on the table. It was a divorce.
Erin looked at her husband, Raymond.

The silver hair, which seemed to be squeezed into silver, came first.
Under the silver feet, the sharp and delicate features of the imperial people were in a beautiful harmony.

A beautiful eye with a cold blue-grey eye.

The perfect nose and jawline. And the lips that seem to produce a sophisticated smile.
He looked impeccably handsome.

He was sitting in a luxurious navy blue uniform, and he saw his natural dignity and dignity.
But the blue-grey eyes were drawn to Erin with a terrible rage and disgust.
Erin read the brief, summing up the past nine years in a single piece of paper.
(…and therefore the marriage of Raymond von Levenberg and Erin de Brecia is annulled under agreement. From now on, the two of you…)

It was his name that caught the eye of the long-spoken letters.

Erin de Brecia.

She had never used it since she got married.

Erin was the only daughter of the Marquis of Brecia.
The Marquis of Brecia was an old, prestigious family, but now he had no property left over from two generations of extravagance and waste. There was nothing but debt.

The only property his father inherited was a mansion, but he could not sell it because he was in debt with collateral.

She was a young lady, but Erin had to live hard every day in a mansion without a servant, she were no better than the rich commoners.

It was purely thanks to her grandfather who had never seen her before that Erin became the Duchess.
When Erin reached adulthood, a servant came to the palace and said.

“Your Majesty wants to make lady Brescia the bride of the Duke of Levenberg.”

It was a story so big that I wanted to hear it wrong.

The Duke of Levenberg was the son of a dead prince; the first grandson of the present emperor, and heir of the most powerful state.

The young Duke was known for his intelligence and competence. He was good-looking, perfect-looking. He was a handsome man, as he had come from the painting.
It was incredibly great luck.

“Why did you…?”

The servant explained the reason for the proposal.

“Your Majesty noticed Erin on the anniversary of his last victory, and he said he made a very good impression.”

All the nobles attend the banquet on the anniversary of the victory.

Erin was so poor that she could not go to social circles as often as other noble children.

It was the day Erin went to the social gatherings of the nobles, and for the first time that day Erin was the first young Marquis to meet the emperor.

“Your majesty the emperor heard the Marquis’s misfortune, and was very sorry to recall the loyalty of the Marquis.”

As the servant said, ‘The great-great-grandfather was Erin’s grandfather. Erin’s grandfather was said to have been a trusted aide to the current emperor.

But after his grandfather’s death, his uncle and cousin, who took over the title one after the other, wasted their family fortune and died in debt.

After that, Erin’s father, who was his second son, took over the family that was left in debt.
The servant added, as if to tell a secret.

“And… …and, in fact, there is no such thing as a duke in the Empire. There’s no age-appropriate spirituality in the best families, and all the other eternities fall into the family category.”

My parents were in debt and were unable to attend the social gatherings of the nobles, and Naturally the three families were darkened by rumors circulating among the high nobility.

So I believed every word the servant told me.
In addition, at the end of the proposal was a compliment.

“If you accept the proposal, your Majesty will give you financial support for the Marquis.”

My father was in conflict, but Erin was not.

“Yes, I’ll get married.”

My parents asked me a few times with an uneasy face.

“Don’t you really regret it?”

“Yes, I don’t regret it.”

This marriage raises the family and allows parents to live comfortably.

I thought I couldn’t regret it.
From then on, I entered the palace and studied to become a future empress day and night. When taking a break from studying, I was trained in dance and etiquette to get blisters on my feet.

It was hard enough, but Erin tried hard to keep it from hard.
The effort was not in vain.
Wearing a luxurious dress prepared by the palace, I walked carefully into the palace’s garden for fear that the expensive clothes might be damaged.

The silver-haired duke took Erin’s hand and kissed it politely on the back of her hand.

“I am honored to welcome such a beautiful and elegant young lady as my wife.”

Erin was pleased. The Duke, whom she had met, was more affectionate and kind than she had imagined

He kindly asked after her family and led the conversation.

In a few meetings,Erin naturally felt the love of the Duke , who was alone.

‘I think I can live happily if I’m like this.’

People were talking about it as a fairy tale.

A happy ending story in which a girl born in a fallen family lives hard over poverty and marries the prince and becomes happy.

That’s what Erin felt.

‘But reality wasn’t a fairy tale.’

Dreamy happiness ended on the wedding day.

The day I married with a swollen dream and hope.

The friendly and friendly Duke changed his complexion as soon as he entered the bedroom.

“As you may have known, this marriage is only brotherly. I have no intention of being married to you.”

The first night of their honeymoon. The new groom, the Duke, spoke in a cold voice that was frosty and went out.

He left Erin sitting on the bed, sitting blankly.

Erin only learned the truth after she married, that her husband, the Duke, had a lover from a lower nobleman who had been hiding since his teenage years.

.Rumors spread among high-ranking aristocrats that the Duke had sworn to make the woman an empress.
The emperor, who was worried about the rumor, took Erin from the Marquis, who was on the verge of bankruptcy, and forced the Duke to marry.

But when I realized all that, I was already a duchess and left alone in an empty newlywed bedroom.

“….”

Erin, thinking of old memories, put down the papers and looked up.

Raymond, who was not much different from that night, was still looking at this side with a cold, careless look.

Raymond sighed in a breathless way.

“Hah, when I first got married, I thought she was a good, wise woman.”

“….”

Erin blinked without answering.

Can that person be hurt in a dream how much effort I have made to be a decent and wise wife?

Although she held the position of the Duchess for nine years by her cold-hearted and indifferent husband , but she returned to herself with a slight disdain and indifference.

And he was falsely accused of having an affair with his childhood friend.

The man who had not listened to the innocence of the past few months,

“It’s the limit of having to endure this marriage, and no matter how much you cry and grievance to the King, I can’t stand it anymore.”

“Yes, I see, can I sign here?”

“So if you pretend to be as poor as you were last time, this time you’ll never… What?”

The duke paused at the unexpected remark.

Either way, Erin took the pen and wrote it down on the paper. Erin von Levenberg

The day I signed this is the last day.

The moment I grabbed the pen, that thought crossed my mind.
I used to think that if I lost this name, the world would collapse.
‘Because this was the only thing I had.’

I thought that the only thing left in my life that was nothing but this place. So I wanted to catch it somehow.

But when I put the pen on the last letter, the feeling that came into my mind was only a cool sense of freedom.

Erin shook the divorce papers with a nonchalant look.

“I’ve signed it, can I go now?”

“….”
“Oh, if you’re going to marry your girlfriend right away, I’ll have to fix up my place. They told me to use it as I please, so I sold everything I could.”

“I don’t care about what’s going on here. Do whatever you want.”

And I didn’t really care. I hadn’t been in Erin’s room since.

And I really didn’t care. After that, he never even came to Erin’s room.
Erin managed the palace by herself and took care of the house, trying to save a penny for fear of others curse at she for being extravagant .

I’ve been working so hard, but since I haven’t gotten paid, I’ve decided to sell what I used to get my money back.

All, because it’s all yours anyway.
The Duke seemed shocked, but Erin was proud.

“Why are you surprised? You told me to write it, right? I did what I told you to do.”

Erin got up and said to the Duke, who looked at him with startled eyes.

“Yes, I don’t need to talk about alimony because it’s an affair, but you’re still giving me back my dowry?”

“…what are you going to do with that little money?”

Her husband, who had not caree for what Erin did for the past nine years, asked her the first question.

A little money.

The little money was the entire property of Erin and the last remaining property of the Brecia family.
On the table was a small cream cheese muffin and blueberry tart, which were in style, and sweet cream and sparkling fruit.

Erin found the little desserts late on, white cream that seemed to melt down with a bite of water, a tart that crumbled with fragrant nectar and cream cheese.
I was so close, I wonder why I didn’t see it.

She couldn’t take her eyes off the dessert plate.
This was her old dream.

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An old dream that I had buried deep in my mind for nine years here.
She had just lost everything, but she had the last thing left.

Erin smiled confidently for the first time in nine years and replied.

“I’m opening a dessert cafe.”

It is time to achieve that dream.