I Asked My Husband for Money for Office Clothes After Maternity Leave — He Said, “Be a Cleaner. You Don’t Need Fancy Clothes for That”

He never asked for details, which just showed how little he cared about my dreams. For three weeks, I worked the cleaning shift, steering clear of Vance’s office floor. I was waiting for the right moment.

That moment came when I overheard office gossip that Vance was hosting a major client meeting on Wednesday night. The cleaning schedule put me on his floor that evening, and I didn’t ask to swap. When Wednesday rolled around, I walked into his office in my plain gray uniform, hair tied back in a ponytail, no makeup.

I pushed my cleaning cart slowly, letting the squeaky wheel make my entrance before I reached his door. Vance was in the middle of a presentation to five people at his conference table when I strolled in to empty the trash cans. I kept my head down at first, doing my job, but I could feel his eyes lock onto me.

His smooth pitch stopped cold. “And the quarterly numbers show—” His voice broke. “The numbers show… sorry, one sec.”

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