Chapter 12 - THE MIRROR REFLECTION
“No, I won't be cleaning that,” I said smoothly, my voice calm and ringing clearly across the room. “Because according to you, a home’s messes are always cleaned by the woman of the house. And since these are your pants, and you are a woman, I suppose you’ll just have to clean them yourself.” The color drained entirely from her face. The realization hit her like a physical blow: she had spent years justifying her messy behavior by weaponizing gender-based labor roles, and now that exact logic was being turned against her.
