I’m Sophie, and my husband Clark’s latest act of entitlement involved booking first class for himself and his mother, Nadia, while leaving me and our kids in economy. Determined to teach him a lesson, I turned his “luxury” experience into a memorable fiasco.

The day started with Nadia flaunting her designer luggage and Clark’s smug satisfaction as they headed to the first-class lounge. I, on the other hand, was left struggling with two cranky kids in economy. As they enjoyed champagne and gourmet meals, I managed to slip Clark’s wallet from his carry-on at security. This was my chance for a bit of payback.

Two hours into the flight, Clark’s frustration grew palpable as he realized his wallet was missing. Watching from economy with a bag of popcorn, I savored his escalating panic. He eventually made his way to me, desperately asking for cash. I feigned concern and offered him a fraction of what he needed, all while suggesting he ask his mother for help.

Clark’s discomfort was evident as he returned to first class, now reliant on his mother for a bailout. The rest of the flight was strained for him and Nadia, while I relished the irony of the situation. Upon landing, Clark’s sour mood was a clear sign of his lesson learned.

As we exited the airport, I kept Clark’s wallet hidden, intending to enjoy a little luxury myself before returning it. My small act of creative justice served as a reminder: if your partner tries to upgrade themselves at your expense, a bit of clever retribution can turn the tables.