This man I’d been cooking for, cleaning for, raising his kid for, while he sailed through his career like nothing changed? “A cleaner?” I said, keeping my voice steady. Vance shrugged.
“It’s practical. Better hours for looking after Milo too.”
Instead of shouting, I smiled and said, “You’re right, hon. I’ll sort it out.”
And I did. But not the way he thought.
I wasn’t about to beg for basic respect or a couple of shirts. So, I took his idea and got a job as a cleaner. But not just anywhere.
I applied at his office. Vance works at a hotshot law firm downtown. When I saw they needed part-time cleaning staff online, it felt like the universe handed me a winning lottery ticket.
Within a week, I was hired for the evening shift, which fit perfectly with our childcare setup. My mom was over the moon to watch Milo for a few hours at night, especially when I spilled the beans about my plan. She never cared much for Vance.
The best part? Vance was clueless. He thought I was taking evening classes to “sharpen my skills,” as I’d casually mentioned.
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