As a receptionist at a luxury hotel, I’ve seen my share of entitled guests. One evening, Robert, a middle-aged man with his young girlfriend, Tiffany, checked in. He mocked me relentlessly, even as I remained professional.

Robert’s demeaning comments hit hard, but I kept my cool. However, when Tiffany recorded me, laughing and calling me names, I decided enough was enough. While checking them in, I noticed Robert’s wedding ring and that Tiffany’s last name was different. A quick search on social media confirmed my suspicions: Robert was married to Laura.

I messaged Laura, hinting about Robert’s infidelity. Furious, she called the hotel and planned to confront him. The next morning, Laura arrived, and I gave her a spare key to Robert’s room.

Laura burst into the room, finding Robert and Tiffany in a compromising position. She unleashed her fury, exposing Robert’s lies and infidelity. “I know everything, thanks to the kind receptionist!” she shouted, pointing at me.

Robert stammered, “Laura, it’s not what it looks like!”

Laura shot back, “You lied to me, Robert! Living off my parents’ money, pretending to work!”

I filmed the entire confrontation, savoring the poetic justice. Laura thanked me and promised to send the evidence to her lawyer. Robert and Tiffany checked out immediately, humiliated.

Days later, Laura informed me she’d filed for divorce. Reflecting on the events, I felt a deep satisfaction. I’d stood up for myself and helped an innocent woman see the truth. Sometimes, karma needs a little push.