They told my wife, You Are Not Pretty Enough to Work Here, I had to do something about it

A Story of Triumph and Justice

My wife, Emma, had a big idea: she wanted to try working in retail! She thought it would be a perfect fit for her interests. With excitement in her heart, she eagerly began to search for the right job.

One sunny afternoon, while strolling through the shopping center, Emma spotted a sign outside a popular lingerie store that said, “Now Hiring!” Her heart raced with joy at the chance to apply. Without wasting any time, she walked inside and approached the sales assistant to ask about the job.

But when Emma reached out, the assistant barely acknowledged her. Sophia, the assistant, only looked up when Emma stood right in front of her. With a sneer, she looked Emma up and down and delivered a cruel blow: “Look, I don’t think you’re pretty enough for this job. No chance. Don’t even bother.”

When Emma came home, her heart was shattered. Seeing her like that broke me too. I felt sadness wash over me, but then it turned to anger. How could anyone treat my wife so badly? I knew I had to take action—no one could ever humiliate Emma like that!

Planning the Perfect Revenge

A few days later, I made a plan. I returned to the lingerie store, determined to confront Sophia. I made sure she was working that day. This time, I dressed sharply to show confidence and success. As soon as I walked in, Sophia greeted me with a completely different attitude. Her fake smile was plastered on her face.

“Good afternoon, sir! How can I help you today?” she chirped, her voice full of forced politeness.

I smiled back charmingly and told her I was looking for a special gift for my wife. Eager to make a sale, Sophia quickly started showing me various items, her cheerful demeanor a stark contrast to how she had treated Emma. I listened to her sales pitch, asking about the quality, materials, and best-sellers while keeping my anger inside.

After about half an hour, it was time for me to reveal the truth. “You know,” I said casually, “my wife came here the other day. She wanted to apply for a job.”

I noticed Sophia’s face flicker with recognition, but she tried to hide it. “Oh, really? That’s great,” she said, forcing her smile to stay.

“Yes,” I replied, “but she was very upset when she came home. Apparently, someone told her she wasn’t ‘pretty enough’ to work here.”

I watched as the color drained from Sophia’s face. She stammered, “Oh, um, I’m not sure who said that… we have very high standards, you see.”

“High standards?” I raised an eyebrow. “Or just shallow ones?”

Sophia looked very uncomfortable now, her eyes darting around like she was searching for a way out. But I wasn’t done yet. “My wife is beautiful, inside and out, and she didn’t deserve to be treated so horribly. I want to speak to your manager.”

Sweet Justice

Moments later, the manager arrived. Her name was Lisa, and she was dressed elegantly. Her expression was serious as I repeated the entire story, emphasizing the hurtful insult and how deeply it affected Emma. Lisa looked shocked and appalled. “I’m so sorry to hear this,” she said sincerely. “We do not tolerate such behavior in our store. Sophia, please step into my office.”

Sophia’s face turned bright red as she followed Lisa into the back office. I waited patiently, knowing that justice was being served. A few minutes later, Lisa returned, looking more relaxed. “I apologize for what happened,” she said. “We would love for Emma to reapply. We’ll ensure she gets a fair and respectful interview.”

The Aftermath

When I got home, I couldn’t wait to tell Emma everything. At first, she was hesitant, still feeling hurt by the earlier experience, but I encouraged her to give it another chance. After a bit of persuasion, she agreed.

A week later, Emma returned to the store for her interview. This time, she was greeted warmly by Lisa and the staff. And guess what? Sophia was nowhere to be seen. Emma got the job! I made sure to visit her often, always wearing a proud smile.

Emma thrived in her new role, her confidence growing more and more each day. Meanwhile, Sophia was transferred to a different branch far away from us. Justice had been served! Emma and I often laugh about what happened now, grateful for the strength and lessons it brought us.

No one would ever make her feel unworthy again—and I’d always be there to make sure of that!

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