I CAME HOME EARLY AND MISTAKE HELPING MY HUSBAND’S CUSTOMS — HE ASKED ME TO CLEAN THE CR, SO I “CLEANED”… BUT WHAT I CLEANED WAS THE THINGS THEY USED OUTSIDE MY HOUSE

I’m Clarissa. I’m the CEO of my own company. Because of my hard work, I was able to build my dream mansion with my husband Mike. Mike is a house husband—he stays home while I work hard.

I thought we were happy. I thought he was taking care of the house.

One afternoon, my board meeting got canceled. I decided to go home early, around 2 p.m. I didn’t call Mike because I wanted to surprise him.

When I entered the house, it was quiet. The air conditioner in the living room was on full blast.

I looked at the sofa, my eyes widened.

There was a woman—maybe in her 20s, wearing a crop top and tight shorts—lying on my beloved Italian Leather Sofa. Her feet were up on the center table. She was polishing her nails.

She noticed me. She looked me over from head to toe. Since I had just come from a site inspection, I was wearing jeans and my hair was a little messy. I didn’t look like a CEO at that moment.

“Who are you?” the woman asked sternly, not even putting her feet down.

“A-me?” I replied in surprise.

“Ah! I know!” she snapped. “You must be the reliever helper that Mike called? You’ve been waiting for so long! I’ve been waiting for you for a while.”

My blood boiled. Helper? In my own house? And who is this woman who calls my husband by his first name?

But instead of freaking out, I calmed down. I smiled a smile laced with venom.

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied. “I am.”

“Good,” he said while blowing on his nails. “The CR in the master bedroom is dirty. The toilet is clogged. Clean it right now. Hurry! Mike might come, he’ll be angry when it’s dirty.”

He pointed at me with his nail file. “Go wash the toilet!”

I took a deep breath. “Okay, Ma’am. Let’s clean it.”

I went up to the second floor. I entered the Master Bedroom. Mike wasn’t there, probably at the gym or shopping for his princess.

I grabbed three large Black Garbage Bags.

I entered the walk-in closet.

I didn’t go to the CR. I went straight to Mike’s cabinet.

I took everything. The Armani suits I bought him. The signature shoes. His PlayStation 5. And most of all, I opened the safe and took out the Rolex watches and gold necklace that I had given her.

I put everything in the plastic trash bag. Not a single wrinkle. The clothes, shoes, and gadgets were all mixed together.

The three sacks were full. They were heavy. But because of my anger, I lifted them like they were just cotton.

I pulled the sacks down the stairs. Bang! Bang!

The woman heard the noise.

“Hey! What’s that noise?!” she shouted. “I told you to clean the CR, why are you like you’re carrying it?!”

When I went down to the living room, I piled the three large plastic trash bags in front of her. Right in the middle of the clean living room.

“It’s done, Ma’am,” I said with a smile.

The woman stood up, very angry. “What’s that?! Why is there trash here?!”

I opened the door of the house wide.

“You said I would clean up the mess, right?” I explained.

“Yes! But I said CR!”

I approached her. My aura was completely different. I was no longer the “helper” she thought I was. This was the voice of the owner of the house.

“Ma’am,” I said firmly. “I have cleaned up all the GARBAGE in my life. My worthless husband’s belongings are in that plastic.”

The woman’s eyes widened. “W-husband? You are…”

“Yes, I am Clarissa. The owner of the sofa you are stepping on and the house you are messing up.”

I grabbed her arm and pulled her upright.

“Ouch! I am hurting!” she shouted.

“And you…” I dragged her towards the door, kicking the garbage bags out.

“I cleaned my wife. And now, it’s your turn. You’re the last piece of trash I need to throw away to clean my house.”

I pushed her out the gate. Mike’s car arrived just in time.

Mike got out, shocked. He saw his girlfriend lying on the concrete and his belongings in garbage bags.

“Clarissa?! Hon?! What’s going on?!” Mike asked, turning pale.

I turned to face the two of them before closing the gate.

“Mike, your guest said he needed to clean. So there you go… clean it up. Go with me to the trash can. Don’t come back. I’ll change the locks right now.”

BLAG!

I closed the door. I locked it.

I heard Mike’s knocking and pleading outside, and the woman’s crying. But inside my house, it was quiet. Peaceful.

I sat on the sofa, picked up the remote, and watched TV. Finally, the house was really clean.