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

I put on my best concerned face. “Oh no, that’s terrible! How much do you need?”

“Uh, about $1500,” he whispered, clearly embarrassed.

I stifled a laugh. “$1500? What did you order, a five-course meal and a bottle of vintage wine?”

“Look, it’s not important. Do you have it or not?”

I pretended to rummage through my purse. “I’ve got $200. Will that help?”

The look on his face was priceless. “I guess it’ll have to do,” he muttered.

As he turned to leave, I couldn’t resist. “Hey, doesn’t your mom have her credit card? I’m sure she’d be happy to cover it.”

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks—he’d have to ask his mother to bail him out. His first-class experience was officially ruined.

The rest of the flight was delightfully awkward. Clark and Nadia sat in stony silence, their luxury experience thoroughly tarnished. Meanwhile, I enjoyed my economy seat with a sense of sweet satisfaction.

As we disembarked, Clark was still muttering about his lost wallet, patting his pockets for the hundredth time. “Are you sure you didn’t leave it in first class?” I asked innocently.

“I already checked,” he growled, frustration written all over his face.

I smiled to myself as we walked out of the airport, his wallet safely tucked away in my purse. I wasn’t about to let him off the hook just yet. A little creative justice never hurt anyone.

So, next time your partner tries to leave you behind in economy while they live it up in first class, remember—a little turbulence might be just the lesson they need. After all, we’re all in this flight of life together.