Poisoned Cupcake, Deadly Betrayal

My ex husband is a baker. He owned his own bakery and had always enjoyed making deserts

and such. I was so glad to be married to the best baker ever. Hell,

his bakery was considered the best in town! I always tasted whatever he baked. I adored him and

was happy that I could help him. I remember the day he came up to me and asked If I would

like to eat a cupcake that he made. He said he was trying a different recipe. My friend Tiffany

was at the house with me and she wanted to eat the cupcake. I gave her the cupcake

and told her to let me know what she thought of it. I looked at my husband and he looked mortified.

I asked him, "What's wrong? Tiffany loves cupcakes. She could give you a lot of feedback