I booked a luxury hotel for Valentine’s Day for $3K. My boyfriend and I agreed to split it. He dumped me the next day, stayed at the hotel without me, and charged everything to my card. When I got the final bill, it was double. He blocked me. So I logged into his Instagram and let karma do the rest.I thought Valentine’s Day was going to save my relationship with my boyfriend, Scott. So I booked a luxury hotel. The kind with marble bathrooms, rooftop pools, and chocolate-covered strawberries waiting on the bed.Cost me $3K total. We agreed to split it.Scott promised he’d pay me back his half.Don’t worry, babe. I got you. Just put it on your card for now.”I should’ve known better. But I was desperate.Our relationship had been falling apart for months. Scott barely texted.

Barely called.When we were together, he was on his phone, scrolling, liking other girls’ posts, and commenting on fitness models’ pictures. I was the only one making an effort.So I thought maybe a romantic weekend would fix things. Remind him why we fell in love in the first placeWe arrived at the hotel on Friday evening. The valet took our bags. The lobby smelled of jasmine and expensive candles. Everything was perfect.The room was beautiful. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. A king-sized bed with rose petals scattered across it. Champagne chilling in a silver bucket.I smiled. “This is perfect, right?”Scott barely looked up from his phone. “Yeah. Sure.”