I booked a $3K luxury hotel for Valentine’s Day, hoping to save my relationship with my boyfriend, Scott. We agreed to split it, and he promised to pay me back.
The weekend was awkward from the start. He ignored me, scrolling through his phone, barely talking. The next morning, he said he “needed space,” and by evening he dumped me—over text, from the same hotel. I left. He stayed.
Then I got notifications: room service, spa treatments, tasting menus—all on my card. By checkout, the bill was almost $6K. He ignored my calls, then blocked me. He hadn’t just dumped me—he’d used me.
I realized Scott was an influencer with sponsorships. He’d bragged about brands paying him thousands. Inspiration struck. He’d never logged out of Instagram on my iPad.
I posted the hotel bill and fake reviews of his sponsors under his account. Within hours, brands were furious, his deals were canceled, and his follower count plummeted.
Scott showed up, furious. “You destroyed me!” he yelled.
I smiled. “Nope. You destroyed me first—using my money while cheating. Maybe log out next time.”
By the afternoon, his reputation was in ruins, and I sat on my couch, eating ice cream, watching the chaos. Some heartbreaks end in tears. Mine ended in karma.