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I tried.”
My Husband Forced Me to Host His 40th Birthday While I Had a Broken Leg—Then His Mother Walked In and Turned the Celebration Upside Down
My hand tightened around the knife. He hadn’t just left me alone — he’d rewritten the whole story.
The kitchen door opened again. It was Misha, Theo’s wife, carrying an empty ice bucket. She looked at the crowded counters, then at my cast.
“Why are you in here, Tals?”
“Because the food refused to cook itself.”
