Nick and I arrived at the stunning hotel on Friday evening.
The moment we stepped into the lobby, I felt a wave of excitement wash over me.
The ocean views were breathtaking, and the lavish amenities left me in awe.
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“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 elevator 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 painted in hues of orange and pink from the setting sun.
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Nick pulled out my chair for me, and I couldn’t help but feel special.
“Thank you, Nick,” I said, appreciating his attentiveness.
We continued talking, sharing our hopes and dreams while enjoying the delicious food.
The sunset cast a golden glow over everything, making the evening feel magical.
“To us and our future,” Nick said, raising his glass.
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“To us,” I replied, clinking my glass against his.
As the night went on, I felt more hopeful about our future together.
It was our first trip together, and this romantic dinner was just the beginning of many more wonderful moments to come, I thought.
I was wrong.
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The next morning, I woke up with a smile on my face, still thinking about our wonderful dinner the night before.
Nick brought breakfast to bed, and we enjoyed a leisurely meal, savoring the delicious pastries and fresh fruit.
“This is the life, Clara,” Nick said, grinning as he handed me a cup of coffee.
“I couldn’t agree more,” I replied, feeling completely content.
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After breakfast, we decided to take a walk along the beach. The sand was soft beneath our feet, and the sound of the waves was soothing.
We held hands, talked about our favorite memories, and even dipped our toes in the water.
“Look at that seashell, 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!” I suggested.
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We spent the rest of the day exploring the town and going on spontaneous adventures. We visited quaint shops, tried local delicacies, and took countless pictures. Each moment felt magical, and I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this happy.
Back at the hotel, we relaxed in our room, reminiscing about the day’s events. Nick pulled me close, and we watched the sunset from our balcony, just like the night before.
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“I never want this weekend to end, Clara,” Nick whispered.
“Me neither, Nick. This has been perfect,” I said, feeling a warmth in my heart.
Sunday was just as wonderful. We repeated our leisurely breakfast in bed, followed by another beach walk.
We laughed, joked, and made more memories together. Everything seemed to be going perfectly, and I was happier than I had been in a long time.
As the weekend came to a close, I felt grateful for every moment we shared.
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Then came Monday.
I woke up to find Nick already up and looking flustered.
“I have an urgent work meeting I can’t miss. I need to leave immediately,” he said, hurriedly packing his belongings.
His tone was serious, and I could see the stress in his eyes.
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Still groggy from sleep, I tried to process his words.
“Just check out when you’re ready and come back home later. I’ll see you tonight,” he added, giving me a quick kiss on the forehead before rushing out the door.
I nodded, feeling a bit disappointed. Our romantic weekend was ending so abruptly. I had hoped for a leisurely last morning together.
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I decided to take my time getting ready, wanting to savor the last moments in our luxurious room. The bed was still warm, and the morning light streamed through the curtains. I sat on the balcony for a while, listening to the waves and trying to hold onto the peace I felt over the weekend.
After a while, I took a long shower, letting the hot water wash away my disappointment. I dressed slowly, choosing my favorite outfit and taking extra care with my hair and makeup. I wanted to feel good about myself despite the sudden change in plans.
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I ordered a light breakfast from room service, enjoying 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 had been a perfect weekend, even if it was ending sooner than I had hoped.
Finally, I packed my bags and took one last look around the room. It felt bittersweet to leave, but I reminded myself that we would have more weekends like this in the future.
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When I reached the reception desk to check out, Madison greeted me with a warm smile and handed me the bill.
I glanced at it, and my eyes widened in shock. The total was $1,350! Apparently, Nick had been using the minibar constantly and ordering meals to the room. My heart raced. Why did he never mention it?
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I stepped aside and immediately called Nick, but he didn’t answer. I sent him a photo of the bill and asked what was going on. Moments later, a text message arrived: “I’m in the meeting. Just take care of the bill. Actually, I booked the room, so you can handle this one.”
I felt a surge of anger but also confusion. Maybe Nick had spent a lot on the room, and it was only fair for me to cover the extras. Reluctantly, I told Maddison, “Okay, I’ll cover it. Nick must have spent a lot on the room.”
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Suddenly, Madison chuckled, which made my heart sink. “What’s so funny?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
“The room didn’t cost sir a cent, ma’am,” Madison explained. “He booked it with bonuses he got from work. The company pays for his frequent trips, so this entire stay was basically free for him.”
My face burned with anger and embarrassment. Nick had lied to me, making me believe he was treating me to an extravagant weekend, only to leave me with a hefty bill. I felt a mix of betrayal and disappointment.
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Trying to keep my composure, I handed Madison my credit card. “Just charge it,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
As she processed the payment, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of hurt. Nick’s actions had tainted the beautiful memories we had created. I had trusted him, and he had taken advantage of that trust.
When Madison handed me back my card, she gave me a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
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“It’s not your fault,” I replied, forcing a small smile. “Thank you.”
On the way home, my mind churned with thoughts of payback. I couldn’t believe Nick had left me with such a huge bill. By the time I reached my apartment, I knew exactly what I needed to do.
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I sat down at my computer and began creating a social media post. At first, it looked like a beautiful recounting of our romantic getaway. I included pictures of the sunset, our dinners, and the beach.
But then I added the last few photos: a snapshot of the $1,350 bill, the text message from Nick, and a photo of the chuckling receptionist.
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The caption read:
“Had a wonderful weekend getaway thanks to Nick.🌅 🏖️ 🍽️Everything seemed perfect until Monday morning when he rushed out for a ‘work meeting’ and left me with a $1,350 bill💸, claiming he had booked the room as a treat. Turns out the room didn’t cost him a cent because it was paid for with his company’s bonuses. Sometimes, the person you trust the most shows their true colors in the most unexpected ways. 💔😠”
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I hesitated for a moment, but then I hit “post.” Almost immediately, the reactions started pouring in. Friends and acquaintances began commenting, expressing their shock and sympathy. The post quickly gained traction.
Then, my phone rang. It was Nick. I answered, my voice cold.
“Clara, what the hell is this post about?” His angry voice demanded.
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“I just shared the truth, Nick. People deserve to know how you really are,” I replied calmly.
“You need to take it down, now!” he shouted. “I’m sick of people texting me!”
“I’m not taking it down. 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 integrity and how he had treated me.
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Soon after, I noticed that Nick had blocked me and deleted his account, trying to escape the backlash. I couldn’t help but smile. I had saved myself a lot of future heartache by losing only $1,350.
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