A Sales Assistant Told My Wife She Wasn’t ‘Pretty Enough’ to Work in Their Store — I Returned a Few Days Later for the Perfect 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!

An emotional woman crying | Source: Pexels

An emotional woman crying | Source: Pexels

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!

A woman picking out clothes for a man | Source: Pexels

A woman picking out clothes for a man | Source: Pexels

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.

A woman dressed up and posing in a store | Source: Pexels

A woman dressed up and posing in a store | Source: Pexels

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.

A store assistant sticking a "Now Hiring" sign | Source: Freepik

A store assistant sticking a “Now Hiring” sign | Source: Freepik

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?”

A store assistant with an attitude | Source: Pexels

A store assistant with an attitude | Source: Pexels

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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A man comforting his crying wife | Source: Pexels

“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!

A man contemplating something | Source: Pexels

A man contemplating something | Source: Pexels

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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A happy man holding a beverage and talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

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.

A man browsing in a lingerie store | Source: Midjourney

A man browsing in a lingerie store | Source: Midjourney

“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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A store assistant working | Source: Pexels

“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.

A man talking to a store assistant | Source: Midjourney

A man talking to a store assistant | Source: Midjourney

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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A man reaching out to shake someone’s hand | Source: Freepik

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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A man contemplating something | Source: Freepik

“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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A shocked woman | Source: Freepik

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.”

A man talking to a female store assistant | Source: Midjourney

A man talking to a female store assistant | Source: Midjourney

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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A happy woman lying on a bed | Source: Pexels

“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 happy couple talking | Source: Pexels

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.

A happy couple having beverages at a shopping center | Source: Pexels

A happy couple having beverages at a shopping center | Source: Pexels

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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Two men pleased with themselves | Source: Freepik

I Found a Note in My Daughter’s Backpack Saying, ‘I’m Your Real Dad, Come and See Me After School’ – I Went Pale When I Found Out Who Did It

Trent’s world unravels when he finds a cryptic note in his nine-year-old daughter’s backpack: “I’m your real dad, come and see me.” Suspicion gnaws at him, but nothing prepares him for the shocking truth he uncovers.

I stood at the kitchen sink, staring at the half-full coffee mug in my hand. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the quiet street outside.

Mornings like this used to mean something to me — peace, warmth, the simple comfort of knowing Lily was just upstairs, getting ready for school. But lately, things felt different.

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A man staring out his kitchen window | Source: Midjourney

I set the mug down with a sigh, listening to the faint sound of Lily’s footsteps from above. She used to charge down the stairs, her hair a mess, talking a mile a minute about her dreams or whatever happened at school the day before.

Now? Now, she dragged her feet, barely speaking, like there was a weight on her shoulders.

Something was wrong, and it worried me.

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A worried man | Source: Midjourney

“Lily,” I called, hoping for some kind of response that would ease the tension. “You want pancakes? I can make some before you go.”

“Not hungry,” she muttered from the top of the stairs, her voice as flat as it had been for weeks.

I winced. She hadn’t sounded like that before: so sharp, so cold. It wasn’t like her at all. Drying my hands, I turned to face her as she came down.

“Hey, kiddo, what’s going on? You’ve been kinda quiet lately.”

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A man standing at the foot of the stairs | Source: Midjourney

She shrugged, still not meeting my eyes. “Nothing.”

I hated that response. She used to tell me everything, but now it felt like she was shutting me out. She pulled on her backpack and moved toward the door like she couldn’t wait to leave.

“Lily, wait.” My heart was in my throat. I hated how distant she’d become, and it frightened me more than I wanted to admit. “You know you can talk to me, right? About anything.”

She paused with her hand on the doorknob.

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A girl standing by the front door | Source: Midjourney

For a second, I thought maybe she’d turn around and open up to me. But then her shoulders stiffened, and she just nodded.

“Yeah. I know.” Her words were hollow, as if she didn’t believe them herself. She opened the door and slipped out without another word.

I stood there in the silence, feeling it close in on me. Something was wrong. I just didn’t know what it was yet.

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A worried man | Source: Midjourney

That afternoon, I was going through the laundry, like I always did on the weekends. Lily had tossed her backpack onto her bed, and it looked like it had survived some kind of battlefield.

I figured I’d clean it out before throwing it in the wash, so I started digging through the mess of crumpled papers and snack wrappers. That’s when I found the note.

A folded piece of paper slipped out of the side pocket, so worn that it was practically falling apart.

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A folded note | Source: Midjourney

I stared at it for a second before unfolding it, something heavy settling in my chest.

“I’m your real dad. Come and see me last Monday of September behind the school.”

My heart stopped. The words blurred for a second and it seemed like my brain couldn’t process what they meant. Real dad? What the hell was this?

I was Lily’s dad… I’d raised her since the day she was born.

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A shocked man | Source: Midjourney

Kate, my wife, who’d been gone for six years now, wouldn’t have kept something like this from me. She loved me. She wouldn’t have cheated on me.

Would she?

I felt sick to my stomach. The note wasn’t just some random thing. It felt targeted. Like someone knew exactly how to hurt me, using Lily to get to me. But who? And why?

I wanted to confront Lily right then and demand answers.

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A confused man | Source: Midjourney

But something stopped me. I couldn’t do that to her, not yet.

The note said to meet on the last Monday of September, which was in two days. I needed to know who was behind this.

Two days later, I was sitting in my car, watching the school. I hated doing this; following my daughter like some kind of detective, but I had no choice. I needed to know what was going on.

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A man sitting in his car | Source: Pexels

I watched as Lily walked slowly to the back fence of the school, her shoulders tense, like she knew this wasn’t right. And then I saw him: a tall guy, slouching a little, standing by the fence. It took me a second, but when I realized who it was, my blood ran cold.

Jeff. A guy I knew from work. He’d always been quiet and kept to himself, but I never thought much about it.

Until now.

A man leaning against a fence | Source: Midjourney

A man leaning against a fence | Source: Midjourney

Lily hesitated for a moment before walking up to him. I cracked the window, just enough to hear their voices.

“You came,” Jeff said, his voice low and almost too calm. “I wasn’t sure you would.”

Lily didn’t respond, but I could see her fidgeting with the straps of her backpack. She was nervous. I could feel it from where I was sitting.

“I know this is a lot,” Jeff continued, his voice gentle in a way that made my skin crawl. “But your mom wanted you to know the truth. She didn’t want to hurt you. Or… him.”

A man talking to a girl | Source: Midjourney

A man talking to a girl | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t just sit there anymore. I pushed the car door open and stormed toward them, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might explode. “What the hell is going on here?”

Jeff flinched, his face tightening for a second before he composed himself. “Trent. I was hoping we could talk about this.”

“Talk?” My voice shook with rage. “You think you can just show up and tell my daughter you’re her father?”

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A shouting man | Source: Midjourney

Jeff glanced at Lily, who looked more confused than I’d ever seen her, and then back at me. “She deserves to know. Kate and I… we had something. Lily is my daughter.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My hands clenched into fists, my whole body shaking with disbelief. “No. You’re lying. Kate wouldn’t do that to me. She wouldn’t keep that from me.”

“She didn’t want to hurt you, Trent.” Jeff’s voice was so calm, so sure of himself. “She thought it was for the best.”

A man and a girl | Source: Midjourney

A man and a girl | Source: Midjourney

I turned to Lily, my heart breaking at the look on her face: wide-eyed and terrified. “Lily, don’t listen to him. He’s lying.”

Lily’s voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through me like a knife. “Is it true? Dad… is it true?”

I dropped to my knees in front of her, my hands resting on her arms. “It doesn’t matter what anyone says. I’m your dad. I’ve been there every day of your life. That’s what makes me your father. Nothing else.”

A girl standing near a fence | Source: Midjourney

A girl standing near a fence | Source: Midjourney

She didn’t say anything, just stared at me, her lip quivering. I could feel her shaking beneath my hands, and it killed me to see her like that. I turned back to Jeff, my rage flaring again.

“Get out of here.”

Jeff sighed, looking almost sad. “I know this is hard, but I’m not going anywhere. She deserves to know the truth.”

“You’re not her father,” I growled, barely holding back my anger. “You never will be.”

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A man shouting | Source: Midjourney

Jeff gave me one last pitying look before turning and walking away. I wanted to chase him, to demand answers, but Lily’s small sob pulled me back.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her as tightly as I could. I wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. Not ever.

That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with thoughts I didn’t want to have. Could it be true? Could Kate have hidden something like that from me?

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A man lying in bed | Source: Pexels

I thought about every moment we’d shared, every laugh, every conversation. Nothing made sense anymore.

The next day, I started digging into Jeff’s past. I couldn’t just sit around waiting for answers. I needed to know the truth.

It didn’t take long to find out that Jeff had been fired from our company a month ago for lying on his résumé.

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A man using his laptop | Source: Pexels

He had a history of manipulation, of using people to get what he wanted. The relief I felt was overwhelming. He’d lied about everything.

A few nights later, Lily and I were sitting on the couch, watching some show that neither of us were really paying attention to. I knew I had to talk to her. She deserved to know the truth.

“Lily,” I said softly, “we need to talk about Jeff.”

A girl sitting on a sofa | Source: Midjourney

A girl sitting on a sofa | Source: Midjourney

She tensed, curling a little closer to me, but she didn’t say anything.

“He lied to you, kiddo. About everything. Jeff is not your real dad. He’s just… sick. He was trying to hurt us.”

Lily looked up at me, her eyes wide and scared. “But… what if it’s true?”

“It doesn’t matter what he said,” I told her, pulling her closer. “I’m your dad. I’ve always been your dad, and nothing will ever change that.”

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A worried girl | Source: Midjourney

She stared at me for a long moment, her lip trembling, and then she nodded. “I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, kiddo. Always.”

A few days later, I got a call from the police. Jeff had been arrested for stalking another family. Turns out, the guy had a history of lying and manipulating people. It was over. I hung up the phone, feeling like I could finally breathe again.

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A man standing in his home | Source: Midjourney

Lily was at the kitchen table, drawing quietly. I walked over and kissed the top of her head. We were going to be okay.

We had to be.

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