Our romantic dinner at an upscale restaurant was supposed to celebrate six wonderful months together. Liam had chosen his “favorite spot,” promising to treat me to an unforgettable evening. As candlelight danced across his handsome face, I thought I was the luckiest woman alive.
Then everything changed with a single folded napkin.
When Liam excused himself to “wash his hands,” I discovered the mysterious note tucked under my wine glass: “Meet me by restrooms in 5 minutes. Act normal.” My hands trembled as I made my way to the back of the restaurant, where a nervous waitress named Amanda dropped a bombshell.
“Your boyfriend comes here weekly,” she whispered, showing me photos on her phone. “Always with different women. Always leaves them with the bill.” The images confirmed my worst fears – Liam in the same seat, with different dates, sneaking out the back door every time.
Instead of confronting him immediately, I hatched a plan. For his upcoming birthday, I organized an extravagant dinner with his family and closest friends at that very restaurant. The look on his face when the $4,300 bill arrived – and everyone expected him to pay – was priceless.
As Amanda and I presented evidence of his scam to his horrified parents, Liam’s perfect facade crumbled. That night, the con artist got conned, and I walked away with my dignity intact.
