My Husband Bought First Class Tickets for Himself and His Mom Leaving Me and the Kids in Economy, My Lesson to Him Was Harsh

As if on cue, his mother Nadia, all smiles, rolled up with her designer luggage. “Oh Clark, are we ready for our luxurious flight?” she smirked, basking in her victory.

They strolled off toward the first-class lounge, leaving me behind with two cranky kids and a burning desire for revenge. “Oh, it’ll be luxurious, alright,” I thought, as a deliciously petty plan started to take shape.

When we boarded, I could see Clark and Nadia already reclining in their plush seats, sipping champagne. Meanwhile, I wrestled with carry-ons and settled the kids. As I buckled them in, I remembered something—his wallet. Earlier, while we went through security, I had quietly slipped it into my purse. Now, it was time to have a little fun.

A couple of hours into the flight, the kids were asleep, and I had a front-row seat to Clark’s first-class indulgence. I watched as he ordered a lavish meal, complete with top-shelf liquor. But when it came time to pay, I saw him start to panic. He frantically searched his pockets, realizing his wallet was missing.

I could see the flight attendant standing there, waiting for payment, as Clark gestured wildly, his face turning pale. “But I had it earlier… Can’t I just pay when we land?”

I bit back a smile and continued munching on my popcorn. This in-flight entertainment was better than anything on the screen.

Moments later, Clark made his way down the aisle to economy, looking like a kid who’d been caught stealing cookies. “Soph, I can’t find my wallet. Do you have any cash on you?”