She baked the cake to melt her icy husband.

He walked in with his runaway first love—and told her to throw it in the trash.
Elise spent three years as Roman Hale’s perfect wife. She ran his waterfront estate. She closed his deals. She loved a man who never chose her.
Then she overheard the truth. The marriage was revenge. She was the pawn. He never loved her.
She left the ring on signed papers. Pregnant. Invisible. Done.
A single pastry from a Portland café gave her away. He found her. He crawled.
Every day at 3:00 p.m. he strips the suit, takes the mop, and swallows her silence. She looks at him with dead eyes. He stays anyway.
The ex is not finished. The shop is not safe. The baby is not a secret.
He broke the only woman who ever loved him.

Now he bleeds for her—or he loses her for good.
Start the grovel. She does not make it gentle.