Everyone around was wide-eyed, soaking up the drama.
“Also, pretending to be married to trick others is a problem on its own,” the purser added.
“Because of this, you’ll be put on our no-fly list while we look into it.”
Malachy tried to speak, but nothing came out. Selene, panicking, shouted, “I’m not his wife yet, but I will be!
He’s leaving his wife for me!”
A shocked gasp spread through the cabin as people realized they were having an affair. The crew moved them to the back, making sure they’d be the first off with security.
As I grabbed my things after landing, I glanced at them.
Their smug looks were gone, replaced by anger and shame. They’d lost more than a seat—they were facing consequences that would stick with them. As I walked through the airport, I couldn’t help but smile.
At 33, I’ve learned that winning isn’t about making a big scene; it’s about letting those who think they’ve gotten away with something see how much they’ve really lost.
