Vera’s romantic weekend turned into a nightmare when her boyfriend, Igor, ran away from the hotel, leaving her with a bill for the minibar and service in the amount of 125,000 rubles. But Vera found a way to get revenge beautifully – and publicly.
Igor and I arrived at the luxurious hotel on Friday evening. As soon as we entered the lobby, my heart started beating faster. The sea view, the luxurious interiors, the polite staff – everything seemed like a fairy tale.
“Wow, Igor, this is just incredible,” I said, squeezing his hand.
“I knew you’d like it, Verochka,” he replied with a smile.
We checked in with the administrator named Marina and went up to our room. After freshening up a bit, we went to have dinner at the rooftop restaurant. The sunset, the music, the quiet whisper of the waves in the distance – everything was like something out of a movie. Igor pulled out a chair for me, and I felt truly special.
“Thank you, Igor,” I whispered, looking into his eyes.
We chatted about the future, shared our dreams. He raised his glass and said,
“To us and to everything that lies ahead.”
“To us,” I replied, clinking glasses with him. It was our first vacation together, and I thought that a happy story lay ahead of us.
I was wrong.
On Saturday morning, Igor brought breakfast in bed. We enjoyed croissants, fresh fruit, and coffee, looking out the window at the ocean. Then we walked along the beach, collected shells, stopped at shops, and tried local delicacies. Everything seemed perfect.
Sunday was just as wonderful. We laughed, walked, had breakfast in bed again, held hands, and talked about the future. I was happy.
And then Monday came.
I woke up, and Igor was no longer in bed. He was rushing around the room, packing his things.
“Urgent meeting! I have to leave right now!” he said as he ran. “Just check out later and come home,” he kissed me on the forehead and disappeared.
I was disappointed, but I decided to enjoy my last morning: I lazed in bed, took a shower, slowly got ready, ordered a light breakfast to my room. I still thought that this weekend had been magical. Until it was time to leave.
Marina met me at the reception and handed me the bill. I looked at it and was dumbfounded. 125,000 rubles! It turned out that Igor almost never got out of the minibar and regularly ordered food to his room.
I immediately called him, but he did not answer. Then I sent him a photo of the bill with a question. The answer came dryly:
“I’m in a meeting. Just pay. I paid for the room, you can take the rest.”
I was seething with anger, but I tried to justify him: what if he really spent money on the room, and it was fair if I took the rest?
“Okay, I’ll pay. He probably paid a lot for the room itself,” I told Marina.
Marina chuckled.
“The room? He didn’t spend a ruble. It was all at the company’s expense, under the bonus program. They pay for such trips.
I felt like I was struck by electricity. So he didn’t even pay for the room, but charged me a large sum? I felt betrayed and humiliated. Gritting my teeth, I handed over the card.
“Please see me out,” I said quietly.
On the way home, I was seething inside. But the closer I got to the apartment, the clearer my plan became.
At home, I sat down at my laptop and started writing a post on social media. At first glance, it was a beautiful story about the weekend: a photo of the sunset, a romantic dinner, the beach.
But at the very end — a photo of a bill for 125,000 rubles, a screenshot of the correspondence with Igor, and a photo of Marina smiling at the reception desk.
Signature:
“Thanks to Igor, I had a wonderful weekend. Everything was perfect until Monday, when he “urgently left for a meeting,” leaving me with a bill for 125,000. He promised that the room was his gift. It turned out that his work paid for the room, and the “gift” was my payment for his gastronomic marathon. Sometimes the person you trust shows their true colors in the most unexpected way.”
I hesitated a bit — and then clicked “publish.” The reaction was instantaneous. Comments, messages of support, surprise, indignation. The post spread across the Internet.
The phone rang. Igor.
“Vera, what have you done?!” he shouted. “My phone is ringing off the hook!”
“I just told the truth, Igor. People have the right to know who they are dealing with,” I answered calmly.
“Delete it! Immediately!”
“No,” I said briefly and turned it off.
He soon deleted his account, blocked me, trying to hide from the wave of condemnation. And I… smiled. Even though I lost 125,000 rubles, I saved myself years of pain and disappointment.
And what would you have done?