I smiled.
“It’s staying exactly as it is… under my name.”
Five minutes later, I received the confirmation email.
Roger had no idea.
When we landed four hours later, he walked out of first class wearing a huge smile.
“See how comfortable that flight was?” he asked.
“I can imagine.”
We took a taxi to the hotel.
While I checked in with the kids, Roger stood behind me with his arms crossed.
The receptionist handed me a key card.
“Welcome back, Mrs. Laura. Your Premium Family Suite is ready.”
Roger stepped forward.
“Perfect. And our suite?”
The receptionist checked the computer.
She frowned.
“I’m sorry, sir… that room was canceled this morning.”
His smile vanished.
“What?!”
“There must be some mistake.”
The receptionist shook her head.
“The cancellation was authorized by the reservation holder.”
Everyone turned to look at me.
I was still adjusting our youngest daughter’s backpack.
Roger stared at me in confusion.
“Laura… what did you do?”
I looked at him calmly.
“The same thing you did to me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I split up the family.”
His mother opened her eyes wide.
“Are you crazy?”
I slowly shook my head.
“No. I just followed your logic. If you wanted to enjoy a vacation with your mother while I took care of the kids by myself… I figured you’d also enjoy finding a place to stay together.”
Roger started to panic.
“Laura, stop playing around.”
My husband booked first-class seats for himself and his mother, then handed me three economy-class tickets with the kids—so I taught him a lesson before the plane even took off.
