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 couldn’t hear what was being said, but his body language told me everything. The flight attendant was standing firm, hand outstretched, waiting for payment.

Clark was gesturing wildly, his voice rising just enough for me to catch snippets.

“But I’m sure I had it… Can’t we just… I’ll pay when we land!”

I sat back, munching on my popcorn. The in-flight entertainment had nothing on this. Jeez, this was EPIC!

Finally, the moment I’d been waiting for arrived. Clark, looking like a scolded schoolboy, made his way down the aisle to economy class. And to me!

“Soph,” he whispered urgently, crouching next to my seat. “I can’t find my wallet. Please tell me you have some cash.”

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

He winced. “Uh, about $1500?”

I nearly choked on my water. “Thousand five hundred bucks? What on earth did you order? The blue whale?!”

“Look, it doesn’t matter,” he hissed, glancing nervously back at first class. “Do you have it or not?”

I made a show of rummaging through my purse. “Let’s see… I’ve got about $200. Will that help?”

The look of desperation on his face was priceless. “It’s better than nothing, I guess. Thanks.”

As he turned to leave, I called out sweetly, “Hey, doesn’t your mom have her credit card? I’m sure she’d be happy to help!”

The color drained from Clark’s face as he realized he’d have to ask his mother to bail him out. This was better than any revenge I could have planned.