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

“What about me and the kids?”

The fork slipped from my hand and clattered against the plate. “I’m sorry, what?”

Derek finally looked at me, and his expression was so matter-of-fact it made my blood boil. “Either that, or you don’t go at all.

Take it or leave it.”

I sat there stunned, trying to process how the man I’d married could look at me and think this was acceptable. This wasn’t the Derek I thought I knew.

“It’s just more practical this way. Mom wanted to spend quality time with me, and honestly, Lauren, you’d be more comfortable with the kids, anyway.”

Comfortable?

The audacity would’ve been funny if it weren’t so devastating.

He shrugged, already turning back to his phone. “It was the only way we could afford the trip. The business seats were a gift from Mom.”

“For whom?” I asked, but he’d already left the table.

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