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. What do you think?
