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

I turned to her.
“If your idea of marriage is breaking yourself to keep a man comfortable, you can keep him.”

I walked to the bedroom, grabbed the bag I’d packed that morning, and came back.

Jason panicked. “You can’t leave. We have guests.”

“You have guests,” I said. “I paid for them.”

At the door, he begged. Promised to change. To help. To shovel next time.

I looked at him once.
“You said my broken arm was inconvenient for your birthday. This is my timing.”

Outside, my friend was waiting.

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