With a Broken Arm and No Support, I Took Back My Life: A Marriage Lesson, a Divorce Lawyer, and a Fresh Start
They scrubbed every surface.
They made the house look like a magazine photo.
Jason texted me from work.
“House looks amazing. You didn’t have to go that hard.”
I replied, “I told you I’d handle it.”
The morning of the party, the catering team arrived with trays of food and set everything up with quiet efficiency.
They looked at my cast and asked if I was okay.
“I’m managing,” I said.
By evening, the house smelled warm and inviting.
Music played softly.
The living room was full of guests.
Jason walked around like he had planned every detail.
He put an arm around my uninjured shoulder and smiled for everyone.
