Clara’s romantic weekend turns sour when her boyfriend Nick dumps her with a $1,350 mini-bar and room service bill. Instead of paying it off quietly, Clara comes up with a cunning plan to expose his deception to her friends and family. As her creative revenge unfolds, Nick faces a backlash he in no way expected.
Nick and I arrived at the stunning hotel on Friday night.
As soon as we crossed the threshold of the lobby, I felt a wave of excitement wash over me.
The ocean view was breathtaking and the luxurious amenities had me in awe.
‘Wow, Nick, this place is amazing,’ I said, squeezing his hand.
He smiled warmly. ‘I knew you’d love it, Clara.’
We checked in with the friendly receptionist Maddison and took the lift up to our room.
After freshening up, we headed to the rooftop restaurant for dinner.
The atmosphere was perfect, with soft music playing and the sky coloured in the orange and pink hues of the setting sun.
Nick pulled back a chair for me, and I couldn’t help but feel special.
‘Thank you, Nick,’ I said, appreciating his attentiveness.
We continued our conversation, sharing our hopes and dreams while enjoying a delicious meal.
The sunset cast a golden light over everything and the evening seemed magical.
‘Here’s to us and our future,’ Nick said, raising his glass.
‘Here’s to us,’ I replied, raising my glass.
As the evening went on, I grew more and more hopeful about our future together.
This was our first trip together, and this romantic dinner was just the beginning of many other wonderful moments yet to come, I thought.
I was wrong.
I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face, still remembering our wonderful dinner the night before.
Nick had brought breakfast in bed and we enjoyed a leisurely meal, savouring the delicious pastries and fresh fruit.
‘This is the life, Clara,’ Nick said, holding out a cup of coffee to me with a smile.
‘Couldn’t agree more,’ I replied, feeling completely satisfied.
After breakfast, we decided to take a walk on the beach. The sand was soft under our feet and the sound of the waves was soothing.
We held hands, talked about our favourite memories and even dipped our toes in the water.
‘Look at that shell, Clara! It’s perfect,’ Nick exclaimed, bending down to pick it up.
‘It’s beautiful, Nick. Let’s keep it as a memento of this weekend!’ suggested I.
We spent the rest of the day exploring the city and going on spontaneous adventures. We visited quirky shops, sampled local specialities and took countless photos. Every moment seemed magical and I couldn’t remember the last time I was so happy.
Back at the hotel, we relaxed in our room, reminiscing about the day’s events. Nick pulled me to him and we watched the sunset from the balcony, just like the night before.
‘I never want this weekend to end, Clara,’ Nick whispered.
‘I don’t either, Nick. It was wonderful,’ I said, feeling warm in my heart.
Sunday was just as wonderful. We repeated our leisurely breakfast in bed, followed by another walk on the beach.
We laughed, joked and made new memories. Everything seemed to be going swimmingly and I was happier than I had been in a long time.
As the weekend came to an end, I felt grateful for every moment we had shared.
Then Monday came.
I woke up and saw that Nick was already up and looking excited.
‘I have an urgent work meeting that I can’t miss. I need to leave right away,’ he said as he hurriedly packed his things.
His tone was serious and I could see the tension in his eyes.
Still sleepy, I tried to make sense of his words.
‘Just check out when you’re ready and come home later. I’ll see you tonight,’ he added and gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before hurrying out the door.
I nodded, feeling a little disappointed. Our romantic weekend had ended so abruptly. I was hoping for a leisurely last morning together.
I decided to take my time packing, wanting to savour the last moments in our luxurious room. The bed was still warm and the morning light was shining through the curtains. I sat on the balcony for a while, listening to the waves and trying to maintain the peace I had felt over the weekend.
After a while, I took a shower, letting the hot water wash away my frustration. I dressed slowly, choosing my favourite outfit and paying special attention to my hair and makeup. I wanted to feel good about myself despite the sudden change of plans.
I ordered a light breakfast from the room delivery service, savouring the last taste of luxury. As I ate, I thought about all the wonderful moments Nick and I had shared. The laughter, the long walks, the deep conversations – it was the perfect weekend, even if it ended sooner than I had hoped.
Finally, I packed up my things and took one last look around the room. It was bittersweet to leave, but I reminded myself that there would be more weekends like this in the future.
When I walked up to the front desk to check out, Madison greeted me with a warm smile and held out a bill.
I took one look at it and my eyes widened with shock. The total amount was $1,350! Apparently, Nick was constantly using the mini-bar and ordering room service food. My heart raced. Why didn’t he ever talk about this?
I stepped aside and immediately called Nick, but he didn’t answer. I sent him a picture of the note and asked him what was going on. Moments later, a text message arrived, ‘I’m in a meeting. Just take care of the bill.’ I’ve actually booked a room, so you can take care of that.’
I felt a surge of anger, but also confusion. Nick had probably spent a lot of money on the room, and it would be fair for me to pay for all the extra. Reluctantly, I said to Maddison, ‘Okay, I’ll pay for everything. Nick must have spent a lot on the room.’
Suddenly Maddison giggled, making my heart ache. ‘What’s so funny?’ I asked, trying to keep my voice even.
‘The room didn’t cost Sir a cent, ma’am,’ Madison explained. ‘He booked it with the bonuses he got at work. The company pays for his frequent travelling, so this whole stay was practically free for him.’
My face flamed with anger and embarrassment. Nick had tricked me into believing he was throwing me an extravagant weekend getaway and left behind nothing but a hefty bill. I felt a mixture of betrayal and disappointment.
Trying to keep my composure, I held out my credit card to Madison. ‘Just charge it,’ I said in a voice barely above a whisper.
As she processed the payment, I couldn’t escape the feeling of deep resentment. Nick’s behaviour had ruined the beautiful memories we’d made. I had trusted him, and he had taken advantage of that trust.
When Madison returned the card to me, she looked at me sympathetically. ‘I’m so sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to upset you.’
‘It’s not your fault,’ I replied, forcing myself to smile. ‘Thank you.’
On the way home, my mind was spinning with thoughts of payback. I couldn’t believe that Nick had left me such a huge bill. When I got to my flat, I already knew exactly what I needed to do.
I sat down at my computer and started creating a social media post. At first it looked like a beautiful story about our romantic trip. I included pictures of the sunset, our dinners and the beach.
But then I added the last few photos: a shot of a $1,350 note, a text message from Nick, and a picture of a giggling receptionist.
The caption read:
‘I had a great weekend thanks to Nick.”🌅 🏖️ 🍽️Everything Everything seemed perfect until Monday morning, when he rushed off to a “work meeting” and left me a bill for $1,350💸 claiming he’d booked the room as a gift. Turns out the room didn’t cost him a cent because it was paid for out of his company’s bonuses. Sometimes the person you trust the most shows up in the most unexpected ways. 💔😠’
I hesitated for a moment, but then hit the post button. Almost immediately, the responses poured in. Friends and acquaintances started leaving comments expressing their shock and sympathy. The post quickly gained momentum.
And then my phone rang. It was Nick. I answered, my voice cold.
‘Clara, what the hell is this post about?’ his angry voice demanded.
‘I was just sharing the truth, Nick. People deserve to know what you’re really like,’ I replied calmly.
‘You need to remove this, now!’ – he shouted. ‘I’m sick of people texting me!’
‘I’m not deleting it. You should have been honest with me,’ I said before hanging up.
I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I watched the comments on my post grow, with people questioning Nick’s honesty and how he had treated me.
I soon noticed that Nick had blocked me and deleted my account in an attempt to avoid a backlash. I couldn’t help but smile. I saved myself a lot of heartache in the future by only losing $1,350.
What would you have done?
