My husband hired someone to teach me how to clean and cook – he wasn’t pleased with how I got back at him

I was floored when my husband, Jeff, brought in a maid to “teach” me how to cook and clean like the ideal wife. Rather than push back, I played along. What Jeff didn’t see coming was the lesson I had in store for him — one that would turn his perfect plan topsy-turvy.

I’m Leighton, 32, juggling a full-time job, a chaotic household, and a 34-year-old husband who’s lately become an expert on what a “perfect wife” should be.

Jeff and I both work demanding jobs: he’s in finance, constantly stressed about quarterly reports, while I’m in marketing, which means my brain is fried by the time I get home. You’d think we’d cut each other some slack, but lately, Jeff’s expectations have been through the roof.

It all started after that infamous dinner at his boss Tom’s place. Tom’s wife, Susan, greeted us with this warm smile, wearing a perfectly pressed dress that probably cost more than my rent in college. Her house? Spotless. Not a speck of dust, not a misplaced throw pillow.

And don’t get me started on the five-course meal she whipped up as if she’d been born holding a spatula. Jeff couldn’t stop gawking.

“You see how Susan keeps everything in order? Dinner’s ready the minute Tom gets home,” Jeff had said on the drive back, his voice dripping with admiration. “You could take a few pointers.”

I bit my tongue, staring out the window to avoid rolling my eyes but Tom wasn’t done yet. “Why don’t you try a little harder? I mean, how difficult can it be to keep things clean when you get home before me?”

The comparisons didn’t stop. Every day was a new critique. “Susan keeps her house spotless. Susan has time to make fresh pasta from scratch. Susan always looks put together.”

He’d say this while tossing his dirty clothes two feet from the laundry basket or leaving his dishes right where he finished eating.

One evening, he came home and immediately started inspecting the house like some kind of drill sergeant. He ran his finger along the windowsill and frowned. “You missed a spot. Are you even trying?”

I glanced up from my laptop, barely containing my frustration. “Seriously, Jeff?”

He shrugged. “I’m just saying, maybe you could put in a little more effort. It’s not like you don’t have time.”

That was his new favorite line. Not like you don’t have time. As if my workday and commute weren’t as draining as his. But the final straw came one Friday night.

I walked in, dreaming of a hot shower and some rest, but instead, I found a young woman in our kitchen. She was holding a mop and wearing an apron, her eyes darting nervously around like she’d accidentally wandered into the wrong house.

Jeff stood beside her, arms crossed, with a self-satisfied grin. “Leighton, meet Marianne. She’s here to teach you how to clean and cook properly.”

I blinked, trying to process what I was hearing. “I’m sorry… teach me?”

Jeff sighed like he was talking to a stubborn child. “Yeah, honey. I’ve tried being patient, but clearly, you’re not getting it. Susan suggested I get someone to help you get up to speed. So, here we are.”

Marianne glanced at me, then at Jeff, and back at me. “I usually just… you know, clean houses,” she said softly, almost apologetic. “He offered me double if I’d show you how.”

I turned to Jeff, barely keeping my voice steady. “So, you’re paying her to teach me to clean and cook?”

He nodded, still oblivious. “Yeah. This way, you can get the hang of it properly. Marianne, don’t hold back.”

I wanted to scream. This man, who never lifted a finger, had the audacity to hire someone to teach me how to clean? I could see Marianne’s discomfort too, like she was dragged into some weird reality TV show.

I forced a smile, seething inside. “I’m sure I’ve got a lot to learn, Jeff. Thanks for looking out for me.”

Jeff left, pleased with himself, while Marianne looked like she was ready to bolt. I leaned in, lowering my voice. “Listen, I don’t need lessons. But I do have a little idea that could use some help. Are you game?”

Marianne’s face lit up, intrigued. “What do you have in mind?”

I smiled, already plotting. “Let’s just say Jeff’s about to learn a lesson of his own.”

Over the next few weeks, I gave Jeff exactly what he’d been asking for: the perfect housewife. Every day, I woke up early, made his breakfast, cleaned the house until it sparkled, and cooked elaborate dinners that looked straight out of a cooking show.

I even dressed up every evening, greeting him at the door with a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes.

But I was cold as ice. I didn’t nag or complain, but I also didn’t engage. No conversations about my day, no affectionate touches, not even a casual laugh. I became the picture of domestic perfection, but I was just going through the motions. It didn’t take long for Jeff to notice something was off.

“Hey, babe,” he said one evening, hovering at the kitchen door while I prepared a three-course meal. “You’ve been quiet lately. Is everything okay?”

I barely looked up, keeping my tone polite but distant. “I’m fine, Jeff. Just busy with the house, like you wanted.”

His brow furrowed. “You don’t have to be… this dedicated. I mean, it’s great, but it’s like you’re here, but you’re not.”

I shrugged, setting the table with precision. “I’m just focusing on what you asked me to do, Jeff.”

He nodded, but I could tell he was confused. This was what he wanted, wasn’t it? A perfect house, perfect meals, perfect wife. But I wasn’t giving him the satisfaction of my usual warmth, and it was starting to bother him.

As the days went on, I kept up my act. Every task was done flawlessly, but our relationship? It was as cold and mechanical as a well-rehearsed performance. I knew Jeff could feel the distance between us, but he didn’t know how to fix it. And I wasn’t going to make it easy for him.

Then came the day I’d been planning for weeks. After a perfectly silent dinner, I cleared the plates and turned to him with a cheerful smile. “Jeff, we need to talk.”

He glanced up, a nervous smile twitching on his lips. “What’s up?”

I sat across from him, placing a neatly folded piece of paper on the table. “I’ve been thinking a lot about this whole ‘perfect housewife’ thing. Marianne really opened my eyes to how much work it takes to run a household like this. It’s a full-time job, honestly.”

Jeff frowned, not sure where I was going. “Uh, okay?”

“So, I’ve decided,” I continued brightly. “I’m going to quit my job and focus on this full-time.”

His jaw dropped. “You’re quitting your job?”

I nodded enthusiastically. “Yep! You wanted the house to be spotless, meals cooked from scratch, and everything just right. To do that, I need to dedicate all my time to it. But here’s the catch — I can’t do it for free.”

He blinked, baffled. “Wait, what do you mean ‘can’t do it for free?’”

I slid the paper toward him. It was a contract I’d typed up, outlining my new terms.

“If I’m giving up my career, I should be compensated. Susan doesn’t work, and Tom supports her. So, I’ll need you to pay me a salary. This is what I think is fair.”

He stared at me, his face turning from confused to outraged. “You want me to pay you? Leighton, this is absurd!”

I kept my tone sweet, but my words were laced with ice. “Oh, but it makes perfect sense. You wanted me to be a perfect wife, and I’ve been delivering. But perfection isn’t free, Jeff. If you expect me to maintain the household to your standards, I deserve compensation. And if you’re not willing to pay, that’s fine. I’ll just stop doing it.”

He gaped at me, the color draining from his face. “I never asked you to quit your job! I never wanted this.”

I leaned back, arms crossed, savoring every second. “Oh, but you did, Jeff. You wanted a house that looked like Susan’s, meals like hers, and a wife who dedicated herself entirely to domestic duties. I’m just doing exactly what you asked for. But I have my standards too, and if you want this level of dedication, it comes at a price.”

There was a long, tense silence. Jeff held the contract, his eyes fixated on the exorbitant salary. I could see the gears turning as he realized he’d dug himself into a hole he couldn’t easily climb out of.

Finally, he sputtered, “This isn’t what I meant! I work hard all day. I don’t have time to do everything around here!”

I stood up, keeping my voice calm but firm. “Exactly. And now you know what it feels like. If you’re not willing to pay me, maybe it’s time you start contributing more around the house. Or you could always hire Marianne full-time. She’s great, after all.”

I left him sitting there, flustered and speechless.

From that day on, Jeff’s attitude changed. He never agreed to pay me, of course, but he also stopped complaining. And suddenly, chores were no longer just my responsibility.

Jeff started picking up after himself, doing the laundry, and even cooking dinner a few nights a week. He never brought up Susan again, and I never saw him running a finger along the shelves in search of dust.

Turns out, when you give someone exactly what they think they want, they realize pretty quickly that the fantasy isn’t nearly as sweet as the reality. Jeff learned that the hard way, and I got the one thing I’d wanted all along: respect.

In the end, Jeff didn’t need a perfect wife; he needed a partner. And if it took hiring a maid and drawing up a fake contract to get there. Well, that was a lesson worth teaching.

What do you think?

MILLIONAIRE’S CRUEL JOKE ABOUT POOR MOM GOES VIRAL—UNTIL PILOT STEPS IN

A rich man was unhappy when a mother with three kids was seated next to him in business class. Louis Newman, the millionaire, complained loudly and criticized the stewardess for letting her sit there.

“I’m sorry, sir,” the stewardess said calmly, showing him the tickets. “These seats are assigned to Mrs. Debbie Brown and her children, and we can’t change them. Please cooperate with us.”

Despite the stewardess’s explanation, Louis continued to grumble about the situation. But things took an unexpected turn when the pilot made a special announcement as they were about to land. The announcement highlighted Mrs. Brown’s story and praised her for her strength and dedication. After hearing this, Louis’s complaints vanished, and he had a new perspective on the situation.

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Louis Newman, a wealthy businessman, was upset when a mother with three kids was seated next to him in business class. He complained loudly that the children would make too much noise and ruin his important meeting with foreign investors.

The stewardess explained that Mrs. Debbie Brown and her children had paid for those seats and had the right to be there. Debbie offered to move if other passengers would swap seats, but the stewardess insisted that she stay where she was.

Louis was annoyed and thought it was unfair that he had to sit next to someone he felt didn’t belong in business class. He put in his AirPods to avoid talking to Debbie and turned away as she helped her children buckle into their seats.

Once the flight took off, Debbie’s children were excited and began happily chatting about their first business class experience. “Mom! Look, we’re finally flying!” her daughter Stacey exclaimed with joy.

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Some passengers on the plane smiled at Stacey’s excitement, but Louis Newman looked displeased. He asked Debbie if she could make her children be quiet because he was joining an important meeting from the flight and didn’t want any disruptions.

Debbie asked her children to stay quiet, and Louis’s meeting continued for most of the flight. During his call, Debbie noticed he frequently mentioned fabrics and had a handbook with designs, which made her realize he was a businessman in the clothing industry.

After his meeting, Debbie approached Louis and asked, “Can I ask you something?”

Louis, feeling pleased with how his meeting went, agreed. “Sure, go ahead.”

“I saw your handbook with fabric samples. Do you work in the clothing industry?”

“Yes,” Louis replied. “I own a clothing company in New York. We just closed a big deal with a top designing company.”

Debbie shared that she ran a small boutique in Texas, which had been started by her in-laws in New York and had recently expanded. She complimented his designs, but Louis responded with sarcasm. “Thanks, but our designs are way beyond what a local boutique offers. We work with top designers and just secured a million-dollar deal. A boutique like yours wouldn’t understand.”

Debbie felt embarrassed but tried to stay calm. “I understand. It must be very important to you.”

Louis, still smirking, said, “You’re here in business class, but you don’t seem like you belong here. Maybe next time you should fly economy and stick to people who run boutiques like you.”

Debbie’s patience was running out. “Sir, I know it’s my first time flying business class and I had some trouble with the check-in, but don’t you think you’re being a bit rude? My husband is on this flight with us, and…”

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Before Debbie could finish speaking, the intercom announced their arrival at JFK. But Captain Tyler Brown had more to say.

“I want to thank all the passengers, especially my wife, Debbie Brown. Debbie, your support means the world to me,” the pilot began. Louis’s face turned red with embarrassment as he realized Debbie’s husband was the pilot.

“This is my first time flying a business class flight, and I was nervous. Thanks to my wife, who reassured me and joined me on this flight despite her own fear of flying. Today is my first day back at work after a long period of unemployment. We’ve faced many challenges, but Debbie has always stayed strong. Today is also the anniversary of when we first met, which I think she may have forgotten. So, I want to propose to her again. DEBBIE, I LOVE YOU!”

Tyler left the pilot’s cabin, got down on one knee, and proposed to Debbie with a ring. “Will you spend the rest of your life with me again, Mrs. Debbie Brown?”

The passengers watched in awe as Debbie, teary-eyed, said yes. The plane erupted in applause. Louis, meanwhile, stood stunned and embarrassed.

Before leaving the plane, Debbie approached Louis and said, “A person like you, who only cares about money, would never understand the value of having a loving family. My husband and I live simply, but we are very proud of it!”

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