Did I suspect anything? Not a chance. I was too busy praying no one’s diaper detonated before takeoff.

Then boarding started.

The gate agent scanned his ticket, beamed, and Eric turned to me with a smug grin: “Babe, I managed to snag an upgrade. You’ll be fine with the kids, right? See you on the other side.”

I laughed. Surely it was a joke.

It wasn’t.

Before I could blink, he kissed my cheek and strutted into business class like some traitor prince. Meanwhile, I stood there with two squirming toddlers and a collapsing stroller, unraveling in front of the universe.