As I settled my three children into our business-class seats, a man beside us grumbled, “You can’t be serious! You better do something about this!”

The stewardess remained firm. “Sir, these seats are assigned. Please cooperate.”

He scoffed, clearly irritated. “I have an important meeting! Her kids will be noisy!”

Feeling embarrassed, I offered to switch seats, but the stewardess refused. The man huffed, shoving in his AirPods.

When the flight took off, my daughter squealed with excitement. The man groaned. “Can you keep them quiet? I’m in a meeting.”

I apologized and hushed my children. During his call, I noticed his fabric samples and asked, “Do you work in fashion?”

He smirked. “I own a major clothing company. We just landed a million-dollar deal—something a small boutique owner like you wouldn’t understand. Honestly, you don’t belong in business class.”

I held back my frustration. Then, the intercom crackled.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank my wife, Debbie, for supporting me. Today, I return to work as a pilot after months of unemployment. Debbie, will you marry me again?”

My husband, Tyler, emerged, kneeling with a ring. I tearfully said yes.

As applause erupted, I turned to the man. “A materialistic man like you will never understand true wealth—love and family.”

I walked away, head held high.