I Flew Economy Class with My Three Kids While My Husband and MIL Luxuriated in Business — Then Karma Turned the Tables

How does it feel, Cynthia?”

She stood up, shaking. “You’ll regret this.”

“No,” I said, walking her to the door. “You will.

Merry Christmas!”

She left without another word, and I closed the door on that chapter forever.

Christmas morning in our small house was quieter than usual, but it was perfect.

I made pancakes with the kids. We opened presents.

Emily looked up at me with syrup on her chin.

“Mom, this is the best Christmas ever.”

Max nodded enthusiastically. “The best!”

Lucy clapped her sticky hands together, and my heart felt fuller than it had in months. This was what a family should feel like.

Derek called later that week, his voice broken.

“Lauren, please. I made a mistake. I love you.”

“You had 10 years to choose your family over convenience,” I replied.

“You chose wrong. Goodbye, Derek.”

Cynthia sent one final text, begging me to delete the recording.

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