My conceited husband Clark bought first class tickets for himself and his mother, while he left me and the kids in economy class. I was shocked, but I decided that this would not be without consequences. My name is Sophie and this is the story of how I taught my husband a lesson. Clark is a typical workaholic, always at work, and seems to think his work is the most important thing in the world. I understand that it is important for him, but being a mother is not a holiday either. And this time? This time he really went overboard. We flew to his family to spend Christmas. I was hoping for a few quiet days with the kids and a little rest. When Clark suggested booking the tickets, I did not expect it to end like this. I was shocked, but kept quiet and agreed. As we walked through the crowded airport, with two kids and a diaper bag, I asked Clark where our seats were. He didn’t even look up from his phone and mumbled something. I had a feeling that something was wrong. Finally, he put the phone away and said with an embarrassed smile, “I managed to get seats for me and my mother in first class. You know how she behaves on long flights and I really need to relax…” I was speechless. It was a real blow. I asked him if I really should sit in economy with the children while he and his mother were in first class. He shrugged calmly and said that it was only a few hours and I would manage.
Nadia, his mother, came with a suitcase from a well-known brand and a satisfied smile on her face as if she had won a competition. “Oh, Clark! Are you ready for our luxurious flight?” she said proudly as she looked at him. They went to the first class lounge while I was left with the two whining children and the feeling that I had to do something. When we were on the plane, the difference between first class and economy was obvious. Clark and Nadia were already drinking champagne while I was trying to put our things in the carry-on compartment. Our five-year-old son started to whine: “Mommy, I want to sit with Daddy!” I tried to smile and replied: “Not this time, darling. Daddy and grandma are sitting in a different seat.” He asked why we couldn’t sit there and I whispered quietly: “Because Daddy is an idiot.” But I wasn’t going to accept that.
As we went through the security check, I secretly took his wallet out of his pocket. He didn’t notice and now was the moment to take advantage. After a few hours, Clark and Nadia were still enjoying the luxurious meals while I calmed the children down and watched what was happening. At one point I noticed Clark frantically looking for his wallet. His face turned pale and he tried to negotiate with the stewardess, but she waited for payment. I watched him with amusement, the whole process being more entertainment than anything else on board. When Clark came back to economy and asked me for money, I pretended to search my bag thoroughly. “I have $200, is that enough?” I said with a straight face. His face was priceless, and I added with a smile, “Maybe your mother will help you? She must have her credit card with her.” The rest of the flight passed in silence.
Clark and Nadia sat in silence, their “luxurious” trip completely ruined. And I, content with my seat in economy, felt like a winner. As we prepared to land, Clark again tried to find his wallet. He was on the verge of a nervous breakdown and asked annoyed, “Have you seen it?” I pretended innocently, “Are you sure you didn’t forget it at home?” His face got even gloomier and I patted him on the shoulder and said, “Well, at least you enjoyed first grade, right?”After landing, Clark was still complaining about the lost wallet while I calmly put it back in my bag. I wasn’t going to give it to him right away. As we left the airport, I couldn’t help but smile. Maybe next time Clark will think twice before leaving me in economy with the kids and taking a seat in first class himself.
