As the flight continued, I noticed activity around row 3 where the couple was seated. The purser, accompanied by another flight attendant, confronted them about their deceit. She informed them that their behavior was a violation of the airline’s policy, and they would face consequences, including being placed on the no-fly list pending an investigation. The color drained from the woman’s face as she tried to defend herself, revealing in her frantic explanation that they weren’t even married—she was his mistress, and they were having an affair. As I gathered my belongings after landing, I couldn’t resist one last glance at the couple. Their smug expressions were replaced by a mix of anger and humiliation as they faced consequences that would follow them long after the flight. Walking through the airport, a sense of satisfaction washed over me.In my 33 years of life, I’ve learned that sometimes, getting even isn’t about making a big spectacle—it’s about patiently watching those who think they’ve won realize just how badly they’ve lost. And that’s how it’s done!