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!
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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?”
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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.”
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“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!
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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.
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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.
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“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.
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“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.
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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.”
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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.
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“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!
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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.”
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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.
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“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.
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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.
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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!
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‘I Protest!’ My Wedding Was Stopped by My Mother-in-Law, but in the End, I Had to Thank Her for It – Story of the Day
I was sure he was the one. I imagined my wedding day a thousand times, picked my perfect dress, and chose all the decorations, food, and drinks. Successful in life, I could afford everything. But I never imagined my MIL would be the one to tell me the truth and save me from a huge mistake.
When I was little, I often imagined the day I would get married.
Growing up as an orphan in foster homes, it was hard to picture what my own family would look like. Sometimes, sitting by the window, I thought maybe I would never have a family.
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I wish I could go back and reassure little Penelope and tell her things would get better. I would have never believed back then that my own wedding would take place in such a beautiful setting.
A lot has changed since those days. I built a career from scratch and had everything I once lacked in my childhood.
For a long time, I couldn’t find that perfect prince I always dreamed of. But finally, I did, and the day of my wedding arrived.
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I sat in front of the mirror in my wedding dress, everything ready for the best day of my life.
The dress was a vision of white lace and satin, making me feel like a princess. Behind me sat Nellie, my best friend, fiddling nervously with the edge of her dress.
“I can’t believe it. I used to only dream of this day,” I said, my voice filled with wonder as I stared at my reflection.
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“Penelope! Why do you say that? You’re a beautiful woman. A wedding was only a matter of time for you,” Nellie said, trying to sound encouraging.
Her eyes, however, betrayed a hint of worry.
“I didn’t always think so… But Colin, he’s so wonderful. He loves me so much,” I replied, a dreamy smile spreading across my face.
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Nellie hesitated, her voice unsure. “Are you sure he’s the one? Have you ever had doubts?”
“What do you mean, Nellie? We’re getting married in a couple of hours and you’re asking me this? Of course, I’m sure! He’s the first who ever loved me,” I said, my tone a mix of surprise and irritation.
“Maybe he loves your success and money… That’s what I mean,” Nellie said softly, avoiding my gaze.
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“What!? No, he’s not like that,” I retorted, my heart beating faster with unease.
“Listen… I need to confess something…” Nellie started, her voice trembling.
“What is it?” I asked, my curiosity piqued, but my nerves frayed.
Just then, Colin’s father, Richard, peeked in. “Girls, hurry up, everything’s ready. Are you all set?” he asked, his booming voice breaking the tension.
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“Yes, almost,” Nellie replied quickly, standing up.
“Penelope, come out when you’re ready. Nellie, come with me, I need your help,” Richard instructed.
Nellie and Richard left, and I was alone again. I stared at my reflection, my thoughts a whirlwind.
What was Nellie going to say? Why now? She was acting very strange today. But I didn’t want these thoughts to ruin this day. The only thing that mattered was my wedding.
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Taking a deep breath, I tried to shake off the unease that had settled over me. I stood up, smoothed down my dress, and forced a smile.
This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, and I was determined to make it so.
The ceremony began. The hall was filled with people, all dressed in their finest clothes. The air was thick with anticipation and the scent of fresh flowers. Richard, Colin’s father, walked me down the aisle since I had no parents. I clutched his arm tightly, trying to steady my nerves.
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There were barely any guests on my side, just Nellie, whom I didn’t see as I walked. Something felt off, but Richard hurried me to the altar, his grip firm and reassuring.
As we reached the altar, I saw Colin waiting for me with a smile that made my heart skip a beat.
All my doubts seemed to vanish when I looked into his blue eyes. He looked so handsome in his suit, and his smile was so genuine.
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Sensing my nerves, he took my hands in his, his touch warm and comforting.
“You look beautiful,” Colin whispered, his eyes shining with emotion.
“Thank you,” I whispered back, feeling a bit more at ease. “I’m so happy.”
The priest cleared his throat, signaling the start of the ceremony. I took a deep breath, ready to begin.
It was time for the vows, and I offered to go first. I had so much to say to Colin, to thank him for his kindness and love.
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“Colin,” I began, my voice steady despite my nerves. “From the moment we met, you have been my rock, my comfort, and my joy. I promise to love you, to support you, and to stand by your side for the rest of our lives.”
Colin smiled, squeezing my hands. Then it was his turn. His vows were short. It was as if he was rushing. He seemed eager to get through them quickly.
“Penelope, you are my everything. I love you and I promise to be with you always,” he said simply.
Finally, the priest said, “If anyone here objects to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace.”
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The room was silent. The priest was about to continue when suddenly, a voice shouted, “I protest!” It was my mother-in-law, Megan.
She stood in the middle of the hall, her face set with determination.
“I protest this marriage!” she repeated, her voice echoing through the hall.
Everyone was stunned. The guests turned to look at Megan, their faces a mix of shock and confusion.
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The priest paused the ceremony, and his brow furrowed in concern before he retreated to his office until we could resolve the issue.
The hall erupted in chaos. Guests were bewildered, their murmurs growing louder as they tried to understand what was happening.
Colin shouted at his mother, his face red with anger.
“Mom, what are you doing? This is insane!” he yelled, not letting her speak. Richard, looking equally furious, tried to forcibly remove her from the hall.
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“Get out, Megan! You’re ruining everything!” Richard demanded, grabbing her arm.
But I stepped forward, my voice firm. “Stop! Everyone, stop!” I said, raising my hands. “I want to hear what Megan has to say.”
The room fell silent, all eyes turning to me. Colin looked at me with a mixture of anger and desperation. “Penelope, you can’t be serious. She’s crazy!” he insisted.
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I ignored him and turned to Megan. “Please, go on,” I said quietly.
Megan took a deep breath, her eyes filled with determination. “Penelope, you’re making a mistake.
You need to stop this wedding before it’s too late. Colin doesn’t love you. He’s only after your money. That’s why he’s rushing this marriage,” she said, her voice trembling with urgency.
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Richard and Colin tried to silence her again. “Don’t believe her, darling. It’s all lies,” Colin pleaded, his eyes wide with panic.
It was hard to believe. My heart was pounding. What proof did she have? But why would she lie and embarrass herself in front of everyone? Could it be true?
There was no time to think. Megan had no evidence, and I wanted to trust Colin and accuse her of lying. But suddenly, Nellie burst into the hall, her face pale but resolute.
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“Wait!” Nellie shouted, supporting Megan. “Penelope, I need to tell you something.”
“What is it, Nellie?” I asked, my voice shaking.
“I wanted to tell you earlier, but Richard stopped me and forbade me from attending the wedding,” Nellie confessed, glancing at Richard.
“But I can’t stay silent while you’re being deceived. Colin has been cheating on you with me.
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Even after the bachelor party, he came to my place. He only cares about your money.”
The words hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt my knees go weak, and I had to steady myself on the altar. “Is this true, Colin?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Colin’s face turned ashen. “Penelope, it’s not what you think. I love you,” he stammered, but his eyes betrayed him.
I was in shock. Betrayal, anger, and heartbreak all washed over me at once. I listened to everyone, but their voices felt distant. I turned and fled the wedding, my heart shattered.
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How could I have believed such a man? And my best friend, nearly allowing me to make the biggest mistake of my life. I had no one left.
As I ran out of the hall, the only person who seemed to truly want to save me was Megan, my mother-in-law.
Her courage to stand up and speak the truth, despite the consequences, was the only thing that saved me from a lifetime of regret.
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Nearly a month passed since my wedding was called off. The days felt surreal, a blur of emotions and realizations.
I blocked Colin on everything; he tried to apologize and even stalked me for a while, but I didn’t want to see him.
Everything became painfully clear—he was only interested in my money. I still talked to Nellie, but our relationship was strained. I could never trust her like before. But when one door closes, another opens.
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The day I fled the wedding, a man named Tony saw me on the road. I was a mess, still in my wedding dress, tears streaming down my face. He pulled over, his concern evident. “Hey, are you okay? Do you need help?” he asked gently.
I looked at him, my vision blurred with tears. “I… I don’t know. I just need to get away,” I managed to say.
Tony nodded, offering a kind smile. “Hop in. I’ll take you somewhere safe.”
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I couldn’t refuse. He genuinely helped and supported me without knowing anything about my money or past.
He just wanted to help. Since then, we kept in touch, and he became bolder, asking me out. It was hard after Colin, but I decided to take a chance with Tony, and it paid off.
Sitting at dinner with him one evening, laughing genuinely, I realized that Megan screaming “I protest” had saved my life. Tony was kind, funny, and didn’t care about my status or wealth.
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He simply wanted to be with me for who I was. We talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories and dreams. For the first time in a long while, I felt truly happy and free.
As we finished dinner, Tony looked into my eyes and said, “Penelope, I’m glad I met you. I want to get to know you even more.”
“I feel the same way, Tony,” I replied, smiling. His sincerity was something I hadn’t experienced in a long time.
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Megan’s intervention, though shocking and painful, turned out to be a blessing in disguise. It steered me away from a disastrous marriage and toward a chance at real happiness.
Reflecting on everything, I felt grateful for Megan’s courage to speak out. She risked her relationship with her son to protect me. Now, I could finally look forward to a future filled with genuine love and trust.
One day, I decided to reach out to Megan to thank her for her bravery. We met for coffee and talked about everything that had happened. She was relieved that I understood her intentions.
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“Penelope, I only wanted what was best for you. I’m sorry it had to be so dramatic,” Megan said, sipping her coffee.
“I know, Megan. Thank you for looking out for me,” I replied, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. The tension I had felt melted away as we shared a genuine moment of understanding.
From then on, Megan and I developed a close bond. She became the mother figure I had always longed for, and I was grateful for her presence in my life. She provided advice, support, and most importantly, love.
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As for Tony and me, we took things slow, savoring every moment together.
We built a relationship based on mutual respect and love, something I never thought possible after Colin.
We enjoyed simple pleasures—walks in the park, quiet dinners, and endless conversations.
Looking back, I realize that sometimes the most unexpected events can lead to the greatest blessings.
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