Thrown in the Oven, Burned by Regret
I loved eating cakes.
My dad would bring me one every day after work, and my mom bought a full set of oven and baking tools, patiently learning how to bake them for me.
I once thought I was the happiest little princess in the world until the day my parents divorced. The person who came to pick up my dad turned out to be the bakery owner.
My mom turned to me, growling, "This is all your fault! If you hadn't asked for cakes every day, your dad never would've cheated!"
She stretched out her hands, covered in burn scars, and screamed hysterically, "I slaved away making cakes for you, and these hands have never healed since. What did you do? You both think the stuff from outside is so much be
Hot Chapters