Dusting Off Deception: My Ingenious Revenge Plan When My Husband Crossed the Line

My Husband Wanted Me to Clean His Friend’s House for Money, So I Made up a Perfect Plan to Teach Him a Lesson

Mia has experienced a great deal in her life. Her parents passed away when she was sixteen, leaving her to take care of her younger brother, Jared, alone. However, what about finances? In order to survive between classes, Mia had to learn how to clean. She later met Martin. A guy who was supposed to be her prince charming, but is he ashamed of her? Is he looking to utilize her? Continue reading to learn more.

I prefer to think of myself as the best kind of success story when I reflect on my life. Being the older sister to a younger brother, I am the oldest sibling. And I knew I had to take the lead after our parents died in an accident.

“Mia, how are we going to survive?” My brother, Jared, twelve, requested with tears in his eyes.

“We’ll figure it out,” I said.

Our savings came from our parents, and I liquidated whatever we could part with. Our landlords, an elderly couple who had raised their mother as if she were their own daughter, graciously let us move into their smallest apartment at no cost.

I informed the elderly woman, “But Vera, I can’t allow that.” “My father would hate it if we took advantage of you like that.”

Grinning, the elderly woman carried on with her needlework.

“Then you can clean for us in return,” she added. “Twice a week, maybe?”

I gave a nod. That’s something I could accomplish. The day had enough hours in it after school and homework.

I eventually turned cleaning into a part-time job because it paid well and I could work it after school and on the weekends.

Jared said to me one morning as he was setting out bowls of cereal for us, “But you’re always tired.”

“I understand,” I replied. But at least we make money this way. Therefore, we don’t need to worry too much.”

I’ll assist, he said. “I’ll lend a hand where I can. Please don’t force me to clean the restroom.”

I worked as a cleaner part-time for the remainder of my academic career, and Jared helped with vacuuming on the weekends. I kept cleaning after I finished from high school. It was simpler for me to enter the wealthy districts, where I would charge twice as much, now that I had more time and a solid clientele.

Vera exclaimed, “We’re so proud of you, Mia,” one evening when Jared and I went to supper with her and Charles.

“However, you need to begin considering your next move,” she said. “You can’t be a cleaner for the rest of your life.”

In the end, I made the decision to further my education by enrolling in a psychology course at the community college.

It was three years ago that I first met Martin. He took over my life and assured me that things would only get better from there, sweeping me off my feet like a breath of fresh air.

When we went for coffee one evening, he said, “I’m proud of you,” after I told him how my work as a cleaner had kept me alive.

When Martin got engaged a few years later, I thought my worries and struggles were finally ended. There was financial security with Martin. Jared and I were taken in by Martin’s parents, who showered us with love and made me feel like I had struck gold when it came to in-laws.

Jared concurred, “They’re pretty great, Mia,” as we sat in our apartment looking over everything I needed to pack up for my relocation.

He assured her, “They’ll take care of you.” “And I’ll see you as often as I can.”

When I became used to being married, Martin didn’t think I would work.

He said, “You’ve worked your entire life.” “Take a break for a while. Relax. When you’re prepared, perhaps you might consider going back to school or finding employment.”

I initially believed my hubby to be being serious. And he was in a lot of ways. I assumed the role of the obedient housewife, making sure the house was tidy and that supper was ready for him when he arrived.

My in-laws were really nice. Martin’s mother, Brenda, spent a lot of time with me, showing me how to make ancient family recipes and inquiring about any oddities I had come across while cleaning.

As she was swept off, she questioned, “What was the worst thing you saw, Mia?”

“Old confectionery was kept in a cookie jar by a woman once. extremely, extremely ancient candy, if you will. The wrapping was deteriorating.”

Brenda questioned, “Why did she keep it?”

“I have no idea. However, there was also a man who want for me to keep the drain hair of his spouse. It needed to be taken out of the drain, cleaned, and placed in a box.”

“That’s disgusting!” Brenda laughed.

And then Martin entered.

He picked at the bowl of grapes on the countertop and said, “What are you two laughing about?”

Brenda mentioned Mia’s previous existence. “She’s seen some strange things.”

“Enough,” firmly declared Martin. “That was a while ago. I have to take a shower.

That was the initial instance that my spouse disregarded our discussion. My warning signs went out. Could it be that, in spite of all Martin had said me, he secretly felt ashamed of me?

I ignored it, seeing no point in dwelling on what might have been a straightforward misunderstanding.

But then Martin’s birthday dinner arrived, the meal that would ultimately change everything.

We had gathered to congratulate my husband, and the sound of glass clinking and chattering filled the air. Although I was always aware of Martin’s friends’ varied backgrounds, I could never help but get tense around his friend Antonio.

I forced a smile onto my face, determined to enjoy the rest of the evening despite this.

All you have to do is get to the cake, I told myself.

The laughter and chitchat around us seemed to get louder as we took our seats. I was disappointed that my brother couldn’t join us for supper because he had an internship out of town.

As I was eating the breadsticks I had prepared for the table and having a chat with Brenda, Antonio’s voice could be heard above the noise.

“Dude, Martin! Your house is fantastic. What a wonderful location.”

Antonio smirked as his eyes swept over the room and fell on Martin.

“Martin, you’re fortunate. And a wife to keep everything in order. Perhaps Mia might come clean my apartment in honor of my birthday? Without a woman’s touch, it’s a whole catastrophe zone.”

Everyone at the table started laughing, but Martin and his father laughed the loudest. A icy shiver went down my spine.

I quickly glanced to Martin, expecting my spouse to offer some kind of explanation.

But I was stunned by what happened next.

Martin laughed as he leaned back in his chair and held his glass.

He asked Antonio, “Well, how much are you willing to pay?”

“I believe five dollars should take care of it,” snorted Antonio.

There was more laughing. It might have been a joke, but it felt like it was aimed at me.

My mother-in-law looked at me in the midst of the mayhem. Her disappointment was evident as she wore a severe expression. She motioned for me to come into the kitchen with her.

“And on that note,” she pushed back her chair and spoke. “I think it’s time for the cake.”

I excused myself to go to the kitchen with Brenda.

Her voice trembling with rage, she muttered, “I can’t believe them.” In particular, Martin. He was not taught to denigrate women, much less his own wife, by my spouse and me.”

Feeling dizzy, I took a sip of water while she closed her eyes for a little period of time.

“Mia, what Antonio said was not appropriate. Martin’s response was far worse.

I nodded, matching her rage with mine.

“I never expected Martin to… to just laugh it off.”

My past did not humiliate me. I had to figure out how to live, both for Jared and for myself. An unassuming task was quite acceptable. Martin had mentioned it to me at the beginning of our relationship.

But the more time we spent together, it seemed like his genuine nature was coming to light.

Brenda touched my shoulder with her hand.

“We intend to impart knowledge to them. Tonight, pack your bags. We’re taking a holiday. Only the two of us. Watch how they function without us.

Though surprised, I had to agree. It was impossible to resist the temptation to leave and expose their mistakes.

“Martin is going to regret ever laughing along to that joke,” said Brenda.

“Where’s the cake?” Calling from the dining room was Antonio.

I exhaled.

I urged my mother-in-law, “Let’s just get through this,” while she was lighting Martin’s birthday cake’s candles.

The effects of the alcohol left Martin and his father unconscious in our living room the following morning, unable to hear anything but their own voices.

We left them a message on the kitchen counter:

I’ll see you in two weeks. You should be able to maintain a clean home with just this.

Brenda fastened $5 onto the message, and we headed to a beachside cabin.

They swamped our phones with calls and messages a few hours later, but we didn’t answer any of them. Brenda was contentedly munching on trail mix beside me as I drove with the wind in my hair.

After we eventually arrived at our destination, I contacted Martin and we started unpacking our baggage.

He apologized profusely. “I really am, Mia. I was hurting people without even realizing it. my dad as well. We sincerely apologize.”

My spouse’s voice broke over the phone.

Speaking in front of the calm beach, “We’ll talk when we get back,”

When we got back, we saw complete commotion, just as we had anticipated.
Martin and his father, however, were amidst the chaos, holding bouquets of flowers and looking regretful.

They modified their behavior and offered heartfelt apologies, clearly having learned their lesson.

I started washing the dishes that had accumulated while we were gone.

Martin said, “I spoke to Jared,” as he stood behind me.

Yes, I said.

I knew he would have had to explain what had happened, but I also knew that he would have contacted my brother to check if I was with him.

“He said that I have one more chance to make things right with you, or he’ll come and get you himself.”

“That sounds about right,” I remarked.

Even though I was glad to be back, there seemed to be something unique about Martin. He was not the charming prince I had imagined him to be. Rather, he was just an ordinary man who said dumb jokes.

A man who could do me harm.

Even though Brenda and my brother supported me, I knew Martin and I would need to put in some effort to get back to where we were.

Martin’s decision to severe his relationship with Antonio was a huge step in the right path.