My husband thought he could book first class for himself and his mom, leaving me stuck in economy with the kids. But I wasn’t going to let that slide. Let’s just say his “luxury” flight took an unexpected turn, and he learned a lesson he won’t soon forget.
I’m Sophie, and my husband, Clark, is a classic workaholic—always stressed and convinced his job is the center of the universe. Sure, his work is demanding, but raising kids is no walk in the park either. What he pulled recently, though, took selfishness to a whole new level.
We were planning a holiday visit to his family, a time to relax and make memories with the kids. Clark offered to handle the flight bookings, and I was relieved to have one less thing on my plate. Little did I know what he had in store.
At the airport, juggling our toddler and diaper bag, I asked, “Clark, where are our seats?” He barely looked up from his phone. “Uh, about that…” he mumbled.
A sinking feeling hit me. “What do you mean?”
Finally, he gave me that sheepish grin I’ve come to know all too well. “I got an upgrade for Mom and me to first class. You know how she struggles on long flights, and I really need to rest.”
I stared at him, waiting for him to laugh and say it was a joke. But no. I was left in economy with both kids while he and his mom enjoyed first class. When I confronted him, he shrugged, “It’s only a few hours, Soph. You’ll be fine.”
Just then, his mother, Nadia, strutted up with her designer luggage, beaming. “Ready for our luxurious flight, Clark?” she grinned.
They sauntered off toward the first-class lounge, leaving me behind with two cranky kids and a burning sense of betrayal. “Oh, it’ll be luxurious alright,” I thought, as a plan started forming in my mind.
Once we boarded, I spotted Clark and Nadia reclining in their plush seats, already sipping champagne. Meanwhile, I was busy wrangling the kids and the carry-ons. As I buckled them in, I remembered something important—Clark’s wallet. Earlier, during security, I’d quietly slipped it into my purse. Now, it was time to have some fun.
A few hours into the flight, the kids were finally asleep, and I had a perfect view of Clark living it up in first class. I watched as he ordered an extravagant meal with top-shelf drinks. But then came the moment of truth—when it was time to pay. His face went pale as he patted his pockets, realizing his wallet was missing.
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