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

Before he could speak, the cleaning manager stepped forward.
“Here’s the invoice,” she said calmly. “Paid in full by your wife.”

The caterer followed. “And our receipt. She covered everything since she was medically unable to cook with a broken arm.”

The room went silent.

Jason turned to me, furious.
“You’re divorcing me? At my birthday?”

I stood.
“I asked you to shovel. You didn’t. I broke my arm. You called it bad timing for your party.”

I looked around the room.
“I didn’t ruin this night. You did.”

His coworkers stared. His mother went pale.

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