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I leaned back, arms crossed, savoring the moment. “Oh, but you did, Chad. You wanted a house like Jamie’s, meals like hers, and a wife who poured everything into domestic life. I’m just giving you what you asked for. But I have my own standards, and if you want this level of effort, it comes with a cost.”
Finally, he stammered, “This isn’t what I meant! I work hard all day. I don’t have time to do everything around here!”
I stood, my voice calm but firm. “Exactly. And now you get how it feels. If you’re not paying me, maybe it’s time you start helping out more. Or you could hire Sara full-time. She’s great, after all.”
I left him sitting there, flustered and speechless.
From that day on, Chad’s attitude changed. He never agreed to pay me, of course, but he stopped complaining. And suddenly, chores weren’t just my job anymore.
Chad started picking up after himself, doing laundry, and even cooking dinner some nights. He never mentioned Jamie again, and I never saw him checking for dust on the shelves.
Turns out, when you give someone exactly what they think they want, they quickly learn the fantasy isn’t as great as reality. Chad found that out the hard way, and I got what I’d wanted all along: respect.
In the end, Chad didn’t need a perfect wife; he needed a partner. And if it took hiring a maid and drafting a fake contract to get there, well, that was a lesson worth teaching.
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