The Breaking Point
Boarding the plane, Darren’s excitement quickly soured. His wife’s boarding pass read First Class. His? Economy.
Confused, he turned to her. “Why aren’t we sitting together?”
She shrugged with a faint smile. “Dad booked it. He said he’s not your money machine. It sucks, but that’s just how it is.”
Her words landed like a slap. Darren froze, staring at her while passengers shuffled past. He felt like baggage—like an outsider in his own marriage. Heat rose in his chest, anger mixing with humiliation. Without another word, he turned around, walked off the plane, and left her behind.
