My Wife’s Boss Loves Calling Her at 6 AM to Ask If She Can Cover Shifts for Sick Employees – We Taught Him a Perfect Lesson

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.