My wife’s boss was ruining our lives with his 6 a.m. calls, so I suggested she give him a taste of his own medicine.

Our late-night revenge call set off a chain of events that would either save our sanity or destroy her career — and our peaceful mornings hung in the balance.

I woke up early, determined to surprise Mira with breakfast.

The smell of coffee filled our small apartment as I mixed pancake batter, humming softly to myself.

As I flipped the first golden disk onto a plate, I heard Mira padding into the kitchen.

She wrapped her arms around me from behind, and I turned to plant a kiss on her forehead.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” I said, smiling.

“Breakfast is almost ready.”

We sat down on the floor, sunlight streaming through the windows.

I poured us both coffee as Mira drizzled syrup over her stack of pancakes.

“So, what’s on the agenda today?” she asked, taking a bite.

“I’ve got that big presentation at 2. You?” “Just a regular shift at the store. Should be home by 6 if all goes well.”

We chatted about our plans for the weekend as we finished eating. It was a perfect morning, the kind that made me feel lucky to have Mira in my life.Little did I know, it would be our last peaceful breakfast for a while.

The next morning, Mira’s phone rang at 6 a.m. sharp. I pretended to sleep as she fumbled for it, squinting at the screen. “Hello?” she mumbled, trying to sound awake. I could hear Gabriel’s voice on the other end. “Mira, Sarah’s called in sick. Can you come in early to cover her shift?” Mira sighed, glancing at me before agreeing.

“Sure, I’ll be there.” This became our new normal. Every morning, like clockwork, Gabriel would call at 6 a.m. with another “emergency” — someone was sick, running late, or had a family crisis. Mira would drag herself out of bed, leaving our cozy mornings behind.

I’d lie there, feeling helpless and increasingly frustrated as my wife became the go-to solution for every staffing problem. Weeks passed, and I watched as Mira grew more exhausted. The sparkle in her eyes dimmed, replaced by dark circles. She’d come home and collapse on the couch, barely able to keep her eyes open during dinner.

I tried to help where I could — making sure she had coffee ready in the mornings, taking on more household chores. But there was only so much I could do to combat the relentless early morning calls.One evening, as I was clearing the table, Mira snapped at me for leaving a dish in the sink. The moment the words left her mouth, I could see the regret on her face. “I’m sorry,” she said, rubbing her temples.

“I’m just so tired.” I put down the plate I was holding and moved to her side, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I know, babe. This can’t go on. Have you thought about talking to Evelyn?” Mira shook her head, leaning into my touch. “I don’t want to make waves. Gabriel might make my life even harder.”

I frowned but didn’t push it. We finished cleaning up in silence, the tension thick between us. As we got ready for bed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had to change. The next morning, Gabriel called even earlier — 5:45 a.m. I listened as Mira answered, her voice raspy with sleep. She agreed to be there by 7, already getting out of bed as she hung up.“This has to stop, Mira. It’s not fair to you or us.” She sighed. “I know, but what can I do?

” An idea struck me then, born of frustration and a desire to see Mira smile again. “What if we gave him a taste of his own medicine?” Mira paused, intrigued. “What do you mean?” “Call him at some ungodly hour. See how he likes it.” She laughed, but I could see the idea taking root. Maybe it was time for her to stand up for herself. That night, as we lay in bed, Mira whispered, “You really think I should do it?” I rolled over to face her, able to make out her features in the dim light. “Babe, you’re exhausted.

You’re stressed. This isn’t sustainable. Something’s gotta give.” She nodded, chewing her lip. “But what if it backfires? What if he fires me?”“He can’t fire you for giving him a taste of his own medicine,” I reassured her, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “And if he tries, we’ll fight it.

You’ve got the call logs to prove what he’s been doing.” Mira took a deep breath, determination settling over her features. “Okay. Let’s do it.” We set her alarm for 3:25 a.m. When it went off, I woke up instantly, watching as Mira sat up, her hand shaking as she reached for her phone. I gave her an encouraging nod as she dialed Gabriel’s number. It rang four times before I heard a groggy voice answer. “Hello?” “Hi Gabriel, it’s Mira,” she said, trying to sound chipper. “I was wondering if you needed any extra help today?” There was a long pause. Then, “Mira? It’s 3:30 in the morning.

Why are you calling me?” I could hear the tremor in Mira’s voice as she replied, “Well, I thought you might need someone to cover an early shift. You know, like how you call me every morning at 6?”The line went dead. Mira stared at her phone, her hands shaking. I rolled over, giving her a sleepy thumbs up.

“You did it,” I mumbled, feeling a surge of pride. “I’m proud of you.” Mira barely slept the rest of the night, tossing and turning. I lay awake too, worried about what the morning would bring. What if this backfired? What if I’d pushed her into making a terrible mistake? As Mira got ready for work, I could see the nervousness in her every movement. I made her favorite breakfast, trying to offer what support I could.

“Whatever happens,” I said as she headed for the door, “we’re in this together. Okay?” She nodded, managing a small smile before leaving. The day dragged by. I found myself checking my phone every few minutes, expecting a call or text from Mira. When she finally came home, her face was a mix of relief and disbelief.“You won’t believe what happened,” she said, collapsing onto the couch beside me. She told me about her confrontation with Gabriel. How she stood her ground and showed him the call logs.

How he backed down and even apologized. “Wow,” I said when she finished, holding her up in my arms. “I can’t believe it worked so well! I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself.” Mira laughed, sounding lighter than she had in weeks. “Me too. I’m so glad it did.” I held her tight. “I’m so proud of you, babe.

You did well.” She squeezed back. “I couldn’t have done it without your support.” Over the next few days, I watched carefully for any signs of retaliation from Gabriel. But to my surprise and relief, he seemed to be sticking to his word.

The early morning calls stopped, and Mira started coming home with a bounce in her step again. One afternoon, about a week after the confrontation, Mira came home practically bubbling with excitement. She told me about a conversation she’d had with Gabriel, how he’d apologized again and was implementing new policies for shift coverage. “It’s like a whole new work environment,” she said, her eyes shining. “I actually enjoyed going to work today.” I pulled her into a hug, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. “I’m so happy for you, babe. You deserve this.” That night, as we got ready for bed, I noticed a peace in Mira’s movements that had been missing for months.

No more tension in her shoulders, no more worried frown as she set her alarm. One morning, about a week later, I woke up to find Mira still in bed at 7:30. She was snuggled close to me, my arm draped over her waist. I opened one eye, hardly daring to believe it. “No call?” I mumbled. “No call,” she confirmed, a smile in her voice. I grinned, pulling her closer. “Looks like our plan worked.” Mira laughed, sounding happier than she had in weeks. “It sure did. Now, how about some pancakes?”

As we sat down for breakfast, just like old times, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly proud of Mira. She’d faced a difficult situation head-on and come out stronger for it. And I was grateful that I’d been able to support her through it all. Sometimes, you have to take a stand to make things right. And being there to support the person you love through it all? That makes all the difference in the world. What would you have done? If you enjoyed this story, here’s another one for you about a boss who fired a woman for wearing cheap clothes, but her co-workers stood up for her and taught him a lesson.