I thought Valentine’s Day would save my relationship with Scott, so I booked a $3,000 luxury hotel and put it on my card. He promised to pay half.
Instead, he barely looked up from his phone all weekend and dumped me over text while we were still there. Then he stayed behind — and started charging everything to the room: nonstop room service, spa treatments, champagne, even a couples’ package.
The final bill? Nearly $6,000.
He blocked me. I later overheard him bragging to another woman that he’d used me and timed the breakup perfectly.
That’s when I stopped crying and started thinking.
Scott was an influencer with sponsorship deals worth thousands. He’d left his Instagram logged in on my iPad. So I posted the hotel bill and a string of disastrous “reviews” trashing the brands that paid him — plus a bragging post about using his girlfriend’s money.
Within hours, followers dropped, brands canceled contracts, and legal threats started rolling in. By morning, he was at my door, furious and panicking — seven deals gone, more in jeopardy.
He said I ruined his career.
I reminded him he ruined my bank account, trust, and dignity first.
Some heartbreaks end in tears.
Mine ended with canceled sponsorships, public humiliation — and a very satisfying lesson in logging out of all devices.
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