A Sales Assistant Told My Wife She Wasn’t ‘Attractive Enough’ to Work in Their Store — I Came Back a Few Days Later to Get the Ultimate Revenge

A store assistant dared to bring MY wife to tears by being mean. She did that all because my spouse sought employment at the establishment she worked at. After hearing my wife’s tale, I took action to redress the situation. What I did ensured that the assistant would think twice when addressing anyone else!

This is an exciting tale about pure and sweet revenge! My name is Thomas, and Emma, my wife, has ALWAYS had an eye for fashion. Her wardrobe is a testament to her impeccable taste. Not that I am biased or showing off, but my Emma knows all there is to know about the latest trends!

I mean, most days, she’s the one who dresses me. No, not because I am sexist and think it’s her job, but because she LOVES doing that. And to be honest, I look FANTASTIC each time, so I’m NOT complaining!

For years, my wife skirted around her true passion. She did all sorts of jobs. Like being a receptionist, and a nurse at one point (sadly short-lived), and even dabbled in art. But she still couldn’t find her place.

Recently, my beloved wife decided to turn her passion for fashion (see what I did there) into a career. She started actively searching for a job in retail. Her thinking was that it would fit perfectly with her interests.

When she got home all emotional one day, she told me the story of what happened. Emma explained that on that fateful day, she was at the shopping center in the afternoon. She then noticed a famous lingerie store with a “Now Hiring” poster on the window.

Excited, she revealed, “I immediately went inside to inquire! But boy, was I in for the shock of my life.” She shared how her excitement started dying down when she approached the sales assistant and tried to speak to her.

The rude woman didn’t even glance my wife’s way until she was DIRECTLY in front of her! A bit down but still quite enthusiastic, Emma asked about the job application process. Instead, the assistant looked her up and down with a sneer and an attitude. Then she delivered the stinging words:

“Look, hun, I don’t think you’re pretty enough for this job. NO CHANCE. Don’t even try, okay?”

Before calming down enough to be able to tell me her story, my lovely wife was in tears when she came home. She was heartbroken by the cruel remark. I’ve never seen my wife so utterly devastated before, and my heart broke seeing her that way.

I wrapped my arms around her, trying to console her. “My love, don’t let her get to you. You’re beautiful and talented. You’re worth so much more than her words,” I said softly. “But why would she say that?” Emma sobbed. “I just wanted to apply for a job. I didn’t deserve that.”

“She’s a small-minded person, my angel,” I tried consoling my wife. Seeing her so dejected made me FURIOUS! No one, and I mean NOBODY, should make my Emma feel this way, treat her that badly, and get away with it!

And you know what? As anger took over me, I figured it was high time someone showed that nasty assistant how wrong she was! I decided to give that sales assistant a lesson in humility she would NEVER forget!

Over the next couple of days, I concocted a plan. I reached out to my friend Mike, who works in the fashion industry, to get his help. Mike was more than willing to assist when he heard what had happened.

“That’s unbelievable, man. Of course, I’ll help. Let’s give her a taste of her own medicine,” Mike said over the phone. A few days later, my plan was set in motion. I dressed well, with the help of my Emma, and headed back to the lingerie store.

I had done my research enough to make sure the same sales assistant was working on that day. I then started pretending to browse the aisles, waiting for the perfect moment. When the store had only a few customers, I approached the assistant with a friendly smile.

“Hello, I’m looking to buy something special for my wife. Could you help me pick out a few things?” I asked. Her attitude changed immediately, seeing a potential big sale. She became attentive and started showing me various items.

“Absolutely, sir! We have a fantastic selection. What’s the occasion?” she asked, her tone now sweet as we went around the store. “Just a surprise for my wife. I want to get her something really special,” I replied, pretending to be thoughtful.

“Great! How about this piece? It’s one of our most popular items,” she suggested, holding up a delicate lace set. “Do you think this would look good on her?” I asked, examining the lingerie. “Oh, definitely! It’s one of our best sellers. Your wife will love it,” she assured me.

“Can you show me a few more options? I want to make sure I get the perfect one,” I said, keeping her engaged. As she showed me more pieces, I made small talk to keep her invested. “So, how long have you been working here?” I inquired.

“About six months,” she replied. “It’s a great job if you have the right look for it.” I nodded, pretending to be interested. “That’s interesting. Do they hire often?”

“Only when they really need someone. They’re picky about who they bring on,” she said with a hint of pride.

After about thirty minutes, I told her I needed to step outside to call my wife for her opinion on one of the items. Instead of calling Emma, I called my friend Mike. He arrived quickly to enact his part of the plan.

We walked back into the store together. My pal approached the sales assistant and introduced himself. “Hi there,” Mike began, extending his hand. “I’m Mike Gladstone, a talent scout for a major fashion brand.”

He acted impressed with the store, hinting it was a great place to find fresh talent. “I’ve been looking for someone with a unique look and a great personality. Do you think you might have anyone like that here?”

The assistant’s eyes widened with excitement. “Oh, really? Well, I’ve been told I have a great look for this sort of thing,” she said, clearly thinking this was her big break. Mike gave her a critical once-over and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t think you quite fit what we’re looking for,” he replied. “We need someone who STANDS OUT in the right way, you understand?” The assistant looked UTTERLY crushed!

Before she could respond, Mike turned to me. “What about you?” he asked, gesturing towards me. “You have an interesting look. Have you ever considered modeling?” The assistant’s jaw dropped! She was completely taken aback!

I smiled and replied, “No, but I do have someone in mind who would be perfect for your campaign.” Without missing a beat, I said, “My wife, Emma. She’s stunning, confident, and absolutely beautiful inside and out.”

Mike nodded enthusiastically. “I’d LOVE to meet her. Let’s set up an interview.” I turned to the assistant, who was now pale and visibly shaken. Looking straight into her eyes to get the message across, I said:

“You know, it’s funny how perceptions can be so misleading. Maybe next time, YOU’LL think twice before judging someone based on their looks.”

As we walked out, I could feel the assistant’s eyes burning into my back. Emma met with Mike later. Although she didn’t pursue modeling, the experience gave her a much-needed confidence boost.

“So, how did it go?” I asked my wife when she came back from her meeting with my friend. “It was AMAZING, actually! Mike was so kind and professional!” she beamed. “He said I had real potential,” she said, her face glowing with happiness.

“I told you, darling! You have everything it takes,” I replied, hugging her tightly. That evening, Emma and I sat down for dinner, reflecting on the events. “I can’t believe you did all that for me,” she said, holding my hand across the table.

“I’d do anything for you, my love. No one gets to make you feel less than you are,” I said firmly.

A week later, we were back at the shopping center. This time, Emma walked with newfound confidence. As we passed by the lingerie store, I couldn’t help but glance inside. The sales assistant was there, looking as if she was still recovering from the shock.

“Want to go in and browse?” I teased Emma. She laughed, shaking her head. “I’ve had enough of that store for a lifetime!” We continued walking, hand in hand, knowing that sometimes, the best revenge isn’t just a clever plan. It’s lifting up the ones you love and helping them see their true worth.

So, that’s my story. Sometimes, the best way to handle things is to make someone realize how wrong they were in the most public and humiliating way possible. And trust me, seeing the look on that sales assistant’s face was something I’ll remember forever!

My Husband Insisted We Sleep in Separate Rooms — One Night, I Heard Strange Noises Coming from His Room and Checked It Out

When Pam’s husband insists they sleep in separate rooms, she’s left hurt and confused. As nights pass, strange noises from his room stir her suspicion. Is he hiding something? One night, curiosity wins, and she heads to his door, bracing for the truth behind the noise.

I watched James clear out his bedside table, my heart sinking with each item he placed into the small wicker basket.

Five years ago, a car accident left me paralyzed from the waist down. James had been my rock ever since. Now, as he packed up his things, I couldn’t help but feel like my world was crumbling all over again.

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A man placing personal items into a basket | Source: Midjourney

“I’ll still be here if you need me, Pam,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “This doesn’t change that.”

“You just won’t be in the same room anymore,” I mumbled.

James nodded. “Like I said, I just need a bit more freedom while I sleep.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. How could I tell him that this changed everything? That the thought of sleeping alone in this big bed terrified me?

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A worried woman | Source: Midjourney

As he left the room, basket in hand, a crushing wave of insecurity washed over me. The thought that James might not be able to bear sleeping next to me anymore made my chest tighten with fear.

The weeks that followed were a blur of endless doubts. I’d lie awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering if James regretted staying with me after the accident. Was I too much of a burden? Had he finally reached his breaking point?

Then came the noises at night.

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A woman lying in bed | Source: Midjourney

It started as faint scratches and muffled thumps coming from James’ new room down the hall. At first, I brushed it off as him settling into his new space. But as the sounds grew louder and more frequent, my mind began to race.

What was he doing in there? Was he… packing? Planning his escape? Or worse, was there someone else?

Night after night, the noises tormented me.

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A woman lying awake | Source: Midjourney

I’d strain my ears, trying to make sense of the shuffling and occasional clank of metal. My imagination ran wild, conjuring up scenarios each more heartbreaking than the last.

One day, as I passed the door to his room, I couldn’t resist the temptation anymore. I reached out and grabbed the doorknob. I was going to see for myself what he was getting up to in there.

But the door was locked.

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A doorknob | Source: Pexels

I stared at it in shock. Sleeping in separate rooms was one thing, but now he was locking me out of his bedroom, too. Maybe he had been all along, and I’d never noticed.

A weighty dread settled over my heart. Now, more than ever before, I couldn’t help but feel like I’d lost James for good. He probably felt guilty about leaving me outright so now… now he was torturing me instead.

That night, when he came home from work, I confronted him.

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A determined woman | Source: Midjourney

“You think I want to leave you?” James gaped at me across our dining table. “Why would you think that?”

“The separate rooms…” I glanced down at my plate and pushed some rice around. “I don’t want you to feel burdened by me.”

“I told you, I just want to sleep by myself,” he snapped. “I… you know I’m a restless sleeper. I don’t want to hurt you.”

None of that had ever been a problem before, but I just nodded. How did our relationship erode to the point where he couldn’t even be honest with me anymore?

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An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

That night, the noises were louder than ever. I couldn’t take it anymore. Ignoring the pain shooting through my body, I heaved myself into my wheelchair.

The journey down the hallway was agonizing, but I pressed on, driven by a desperate need to know the truth.

As I approached James’ door, the air seemed to grow colder. The house creaked and groaned around me, as if warning me to turn back. But I couldn’t. Not now.

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A hand reaching out | Source: Pexels

With a trembling hand, I reached for the doorknob. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. Slowly, I turned the handle. The door was unlocked this time.

“James?” I called out, pushing the door open.

The sight that greeted me brought tears to my eyes and left me speechless.

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A woman with tears in her eyes | Source: Midjourney

James stood in the center of the room, surrounded by an array of half-finished furniture, paint cans, and tools. He looked up at me, surprise etched across his face, before his expression softened into a sheepish smile.

“You weren’t supposed to see this yet,” he said, running a hand through his hair.

I blinked, trying to make sense of the scene before me. “What… what is all this?”

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A frowning woman | Source: Midjourney

James stepped aside, revealing a small wooden structure behind him. “It’s a lift system,” he explained. “To help you get in and out of bed more easily. I know we’ve been struggling with that for a while now.”

My eyes darted around the room, taking in details I’d missed at first glance. There was a beautifully painted bedside table with drawers at just the right height for me to reach from my chair. Sketches and blueprints covered every available surface.

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A bedside table with drawers | Source: Pexels

“I’ve been working on this for our anniversary,” James admitted, his voice soft and warm. “I know you’ve been frustrated with how hard it’s been to move around the house. I wanted to make things easier for you.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as the full weight of his words hit me. All this time, when I thought he was pulling away, he’d been working tirelessly to make our home more accessible for me.

Then, James walked over to a corner of the room and pulled out a small, beautifully wrapped box.

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A gift | Source: Midjourney

“This is part of it too,” he said, placing it gently in my lap.

With shaking hands, I unwrapped the gift. Inside was a custom-made heating pad for my legs, something I’d been needing for a while now but never got around to buying.

“I wanted to make sure you’re comfortable, even on the worst pain days,” James explained, a shy smile playing on his lips.

I looked up at him, my vision blurred by tears. “But… why the separate rooms? Why all the secrecy?”

James knelt beside my wheelchair, taking my hands in his.

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A man and his wife | Source: Midjourney

“I needed space to work without spoiling the surprise. And honestly, Pam, I was scared I’d let something slip if we were together every night. You know I’m terrible at keeping secrets from you.”

A laugh bubbled up from my chest, surprising us both. It was true; James had never been able to keep a secret from me for long. The thought of him trying so hard to maintain this one was both touching and amusing.

“I’m so sorry that I made you worry,” he continued, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand.

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A couple sharing a tender moment | Source: Midjourney

“That was never my intention,” he continued. “I just wanted to do something special for you, to show you how much I love you and that I’m here for the long haul.”

I leaned forward, resting my forehead against his. “Oh, James,” I whispered. “I love you too. So much.”

We stayed like that for a moment, basking in the warmth of our rekindled connection. When I finally pulled back, I couldn’t help but smile at the mess around us.

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A couple | Source: Midjourney

“So, do you need any help finishing up these projects?” I asked.

James grinned, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “I’d love that. We can work on them together, make this place truly ours.”

As we began discussing plans and ideas, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. The room that had once represented distance and suspicion now stood as a testament to James’ love and dedication.

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A happy couple | Source: Midjourney

Weeks later, on our anniversary, we unveiled the renovations to our bedroom. The lift system was in place, along with the custom furniture James had crafted.

As I watched him carry his things back to our room, setting them on his bedside table, I felt a surge of emotion.

“Welcome back,” I said softly as he climbed into bed beside me.

James pulled me close, kissing the top of my head. “I never left, Pam. And I never will.”

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Items on a nightstand | Source: Midjourney

As we settled in for the night, I realized that our love, like the room around us, had been transformed. What once seemed like a growing distance was actually a love so deep it had found new ways to express itself.

In the end, it wasn’t about sleeping in the same bed or even being in the same room. It was about the lengths we were willing to go to for each other, the sacrifices we’d make, and the love that bound us together through it all.

Here’s another story: Struggling with chronic fatigue, Sarah sets up a camera to record her sleep. She’s shocked to see her husband, Jake, leaving the house in the dead of night. Suspicion and fear grip her as she investigates, leading to a tense confrontation.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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