My Husband Made Me Host His Birthday Party with My Arm Broken – So I Taught Him a Lesson He Will Never Forget

“I’m ready,” I said.

She already had the paperwork prepared. I asked one question:
“Can he be served at the party?”

“Yes,” she said.

The next day, the house was transformed. Jason texted from work:

Looks amazing. You didn’t have to go all out.

I replied: Told you I’d handle it.

On the day of the party, the caterers set everything up. I sat quietly while strangers did what I physically couldn’t.

Jason walked around, arm slung over my shoulder.
“I knew you’d come through,” he told guests. “She always does.”

People asked about my arm. Jason answered for me.
“She insisted on doing everything anyway.”

Then his mother arrived.

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