When I secured a premium aisle seat on my flight, I didn’t expect to be tricked out

of it. A well-dressed woman approached me, demanding I switch seats so she could sit

next to her “husband,” claiming she had booked the wrong one by mistake. When I hesitated,

she scoffed, implying I didn’t need the extra space, while her partner urged me to be

“reasonable.” Their entitled attitude annoyed me, but instead of arguing, I sarcastically handed over my boarding pass,

letting them believe they had won—though I had a plan.Shortly after, a flight attendant

who had witnessed the exchange informed me the couple had deceived me; they were actually

assigned seats in row 12. An hour into the flight, I spoke to the chief purser, who confronted them.

Under pressure, the woman panicked and blurted out the truth—they weren’t even married.

She was his mistress, and their affair had just been exposed mid-flight.As I disembarked,

their smugness had turned to sheer humiliation. I walked away satisfied, knowing karma had handled the situation perfectly.