What I Served at the Table

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My Husband Ambushed Me with His Boss — He Never Expected What I Served at the Table

They say motherhood makes you resilient. But no one tells you about the sharp edges it carves inside you. I was standing barefoot in the kitchen, laptop open, Slack buzzing in the background, a cold coffee untouched by the sink. It had already been a day: a three-year-old who thought toilets were treasure chests and a four-year-old who decided peanut butter belonged on walls. And then, Nathan called. “We’ll be there in five!” he said…