My Husband Insisted I Host His Friends While I Was Recovering in a Neck Brace, Until His Mother Walked Through the Door

Jake protested, saying it was his birthday.

Maria did not raise her voice.

“This is the house I helped you buy,” she said. “Your wife stays. You don’t.”

She spoke clearly. About his phone. About my injury. About the financial threats.

One by one, his friends quietly gathered their things and left.

Maria handed Jake his coat.

“Out,” she said. “You can stay with me and think about the kind of man you want to be.”

He left without looking back.

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Maria came back inside and sat next to me carefully, mindful of my neck. She put an arm around me and let me lean into her.

“I raised him better than this,” she said softly. “This is not on you.”