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cake. “I’ve got it.”
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
The rubber tip landed in a puddle tracked in from the pool — and slipped. I pitched forward. Diane caught me just before I hit the floor. The cake plate slammed against the counter, cracking the frosting.
Donald rushed in. “Is the cake ruined?”
Diane stared at him, sharp and cold. “Your wife nearly fell.”
“But she didn’t.”
