I Made My Boss Regret Humiliating My Wifes Appearance in Front of the Whole Office
Colin and his wife, Alice, thought they had it made when they both landed jobs working for Mr. Taylor, the owner of a mid-sized company. For them, it was a temporary stepping stone, a way to support their dreams—Colin hoped to start his own construction business, and Alice longed for more responsibility beyond her role as a personal assistant. But their sweet deal quickly soured after a single mistake at work left Alice humiliated and Colin fighting for revenge.
I never imagined working as a personal driver for a company owner would be my path. My true ambition was to run my own construction business, but life’s twists and turns led me here. Still, there was one upside—I got to work alongside my wife, Alice. She had secured a job as Mr. Taylor’s personal assistant and had convinced him to hire me as his driver.
“It’s a decent gig for now,” Alice assured me one evening as we cooked dinner. “The pay is good, and we can focus on our long-term goals. We won’t be here forever.”
I nodded, but inside, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was getting too comfortable in a role so far from my dreams.
Our boss, Mr. Taylor, was a controlling man—slick in his expensive suits and always glued to his phone. He had the air of someone who believed he was smarter than everyone else in the room, but his need to micromanage made the work environment suffocating. Alice, who worked closely with him, was feeling the pressure. Recently, he had been gearing up for a massive business deal, one that could take his company to the next level.
“Alice, you’re stressed,” I told her one night after she came home rubbing her temples.
“He’s got me running around preparing for this meeting,” she said with a weary smile. “But I can handle it.”
Then came the day Alice was given a crucial assignment—presenting a new contract to a group of potential investors. Mr. Taylor trusted her to seal the deal.
“You’ve got this, Alice,” he boomed confidently. “It’s all in the presentation. Show them the contract, smile, and get them to sign. It’s easy.”
Alice beamed with pride, eager to prove her worth beyond being a mere assistant. But when she came home that night, her face was pale, her confidence shattered.
“The meeting didn’t go well,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “The investors backed out. All of them.”
“What happened?” I asked, dread settling in my stomach.
She explained how Mr. Taylor had insisted on absurd contract terms—clauses demanding millions of dollars in penalties if the investors backed out. “I warned him they wouldn’t go for it, but he wouldn’t listen,” she said, her voice breaking.
I knew what was coming. Mr. Taylor wasn’t one to take responsibility for his mistakes, and sure enough, the next day at the office, he called a meeting that would change everything.
I had stopped by to inform him I’d be taking his car for service when I noticed everyone being called into the main office area. I hesitated, unsure if I should stay, but then I saw Alice standing in the corner, her face pale.
Mr. Taylor stormed to the front of the room, his voice booming. “Everyone, look at Alice. Take a good, long look.”
The room went silent. Alice shifted uncomfortably, her face turning red.
“This is what failure looks like!” he barked. “She single-handedly scared away our new partners. I mean, look at her—she’s hunched over like a scarecrow! This is exactly what a mistake hire looks like.”
I could feel my blood boiling. I couldn’t just stand by and let him humiliate Alice like that. Before I knew it, I was pushing through the crowd.
“Enough!” I shouted.
Mr. Taylor turned, his eyes narrowing. “Oh, here’s her knight in shining armor,” he sneered. “What, come to defend your little wife?”
I squared my shoulders, refusing to back down. “You’re the one who failed here, not Alice. She’s not to blame for your ridiculous demands in that contract.”
Mr. Taylor’s face twisted with anger. “You think you know better than me? You’re just a driver.”
“And you’re a bully,” I shot back. “You don’t get to treat people like this.”
The tension in the room was thick as everyone watched, holding their breath. Mr. Taylor pointed a finger at us. “You’re both fired. Get out.”
Alice gasped, but I took her hand. “Let’s go,” I said, leading her out. The door closed behind us with a heavy thud.
“I’m so sorry,” Alice whispered once we were outside. “I didn’t want you to lose your job because of me.”
“It’s not your fault,” I reassured her. “We’ll figure it out. But I’m not letting this go.”
That evening, I decided enough was enough. I knew where Mr. Taylor was headed—he had another meeting that night. This time, I wouldn’t sit by and let him get away with his behavior. Armed with determination, I drove to the hotel where I knew he would be meeting with some important people.
When I arrived, I spotted Mr. Taylor’s luxury car parked outside. My heart pounded as I made my way into the restaurant, where I saw him sitting at a secluded table. But he wasn’t with investors—he was with a woman. They were sitting too close, and his hand rested on her knee. Something clicked. I pulled out my phone, snapping a few photos before leaving the restaurant unnoticed.
With evidence in hand, I drove straight to Mr. Taylor’s house and knocked on the door. His wife, Mrs. Taylor, answered with a warm smile.
“Colin, what brings you here?” she asked.
“I need to show you something,” I said, handing her my phone.
Her face paled as she looked at the photos. “Is this… my husband?” she whispered, disbelief and anger mixing in her voice.
“I’m sorry, but I thought you deserved to know.”
After hearing the full story of how Alice and I were fired, Mrs. Taylor’s expression hardened. “Don’t worry, Colin. This is my father’s company, and there’s a clause in our marriage contract that transfers the company to me in the event of infidelity. I’ll handle this.”
A week later, Alice and I were reinstated in our roles—this time working directly for Mrs. Taylor. We were given raises and compensation for everything we had endured.
As I shared the news with Alice, I couldn’t help but smile. We had rid ourselves of a tyrant, and for the first time in a long while, it felt like anything was possible. Maybe now, I could finally start pursuing my dream of owning that construction company.