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

She looked at my cast and sniffed.
“What did you do now?”

“I slipped on ice,” I said.

“When I broke my wrist, I still cooked,” she replied. “If women don’t try harder, men tend to look elsewhere.”

I smiled. She had no idea what was coming.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang.

Jason snapped his fingers. “Get that.”

I didn’t move.
“You should,” I said sweetly. “It’s a surprise.”

He opened the door. A man in a suit stood there. Beside him, the cleaning manager. And the caterer.

“I’m here to serve legal documents,” the man said.

Jason opened the folder. His face drained of color.

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