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I lay on the couch with my leg propped up when he walked in holding a handwritten list, grinning like a child who’d found money in an old coat pocket.
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
“Good news — I finished the guest list!”
“What guest list?”
“For my birthday. Pool party next Saturday — thirty people. I kept it reasonable, Talia.”
