My Husband Humiliated Me at a Pool Party by Comparing Me to His Brother’s Younger Wife—So I Gave Him a Lesson He’ll Never Forget

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“Can I borrow your phone for one more minute?”

“Sure,” Alice said.

I walked downstairs. Guests were still in the pool, pretending they hadn’t heard anything.

I picked up the microphone.

I wiped my face.

I tapped the mic twice. The chatter faded away.

“Everyone, I’d like to make a toast and wish my husband a happy birthday. So listen carefully.”

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