He blinked, puzzled. “What do you mean ‘for free’?”
I pushed the paper toward him. It was a contract I’d typed up, listing my new terms.
He stared at me, his face shifting from confused to outraged. “You want me to pay you? April, that’s ridiculous!”
I kept my tone sweet, but my words were sharp. “Oh, it makes perfect sense. You wanted a perfect wife, and I’ve been delivering. But perfection has a price, Chad. If you expect me to keep up this level of work, I need compensation. If you’re not willing to pay, that’s fine. I’ll just stop.”
He gaped, his face going pale. “I never asked you to quit your job! I didn’t want this.”
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.”
A long, tense silence hung between us. Chad clutched the contract, staring at the steep salary. I could see the wheels turning as he realized he’d backed himself into a corner.
Finally, he stammered, “This isn’t what I meant! I work hard all day. I don’t have time to do everything around here!”Continue reading…