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

The manager from the cleaning company. And Maria, now at the door instead of the kitchen.

The room went quiet, like someone had turned down the volume.

The man in the suit spoke first.

“Are you Jason?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Jason said slowly. “Why?”

“I’m here to deliver legal documents,” the man said, handing him the folder.

Jason opened it.

His eyes flicked back and forth, then snapped up to me.

“Divorce?” he shouted.

“Are you kidding me?”

Before he could move, the cleaning manager stepped forward with a clipboard.

“And this is our invoice for the deep clean,” she said calmly. “Payment confirmation attached. Your wife paid personally.”

Then Maria held up a folder.

“And here’s our catering receipt,” she added, voice clear.

“Your wife covered everything, since she was medically unable to cook with her arm in a cast.”

The whole room heard it.

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