Being a hotel manager means you meet all kinds of guests, but nothing—absolutely nothing—prepared me for Matias. He was a smooth talker, a regular who strutted into the hotel every week with a different woman.
That was already scandalous enough, but the day he walked in with his wife—his poor, unsuspecting wife—I knew I couldn’t just sit back and watch. I had to teach him a lesson he would never forget.
Hey everyone, I’m Leslie, and I’ve been managing hotels for years now. I’ve seen people fight over pillows, demand refunds because the rain “ruined their view,” and even sneak pets into rooms. But this? This story beats everything.
It all began on a packed Friday evening. The lobby buzzed with noise, suitcases rolling, the phone ringing nonstop. That’s when I saw him—Matias.
Tall, dark hair slicked back, a neat beard, expensive suit. He looked like he walked straight out of a magazine ad. On his arm was a glamorous woman in a sparkly dress that shimmered under the chandelier.
I greeted them with my professional smile.
“Welcome, Mr. Matias. Enjoy your stay.”
He smirked and winked at me.
“Oh, we will.”
Something about his tone gave me chills, but I brushed it off. Just another flashy couple, I thought.
But the following week, he came back—with a different woman. This one had platinum blonde hair and a red dress. And the week after that? Another one. Always glamorous. Always clinging to his arm.
After a month of this circus, my coworker Sarah finally blurted out,
“Leslie, have you noticed that guy? Mr. Matias? Always here, always with someone new?”
I sighed. “Yeah, I noticed.”
Sarah leaned closer, whispering like she was sharing the world’s biggest secret.
“It’s scandalous! Who does he think he is? Some movie star?”
Tom, our bellhop, overheard and chuckled.
“Maybe he’s just allergic to commitment.”
We all laughed, but honestly? It made me uneasy. Something about his behavior felt slimy.
Then suddenly, he vanished for a week. No Matias, no women.
“Maybe he finally found true love,” Tom joked.
“Or maybe one of those women murdered him,” Sarah shot back, rolling her eyes.
We laughed, but the tension stayed.
When he returned, things looked different. The woman with him wasn’t glamorous at all. She wore simple jeans, a T-shirt, and carried herself with quiet warmth. She wasn’t one of his “usuals.”
“Welcome back, Mr. Matias,” I greeted cautiously.
The woman smiled kindly.
“Hi, I’m Paige. We’d like a room for two nights, please.”
As I processed their check-in, I glanced at the IDs—and froze. Same last name. They were married.
Then Paige leaned close to him and said softly,
“I love you, honey. I know I can be a little much sometimes.”
Matias kissed her cheek and replied smoothly,
“It’s okay. Just try to trust me more.”
I wanted to scream. The gall of this man!
As soon as they left for their room, I rushed to Sarah and Tom.
“You won’t believe this. That’s his wife. All those other women—he was cheating right here in our hotel.”
Sarah gasped.
“No! Poor Paige! She seems so sweet.”
Tom clenched his fists.
“That scumbag. If I see him again, I might accidentally drop his luggage down the stairs.”
We huddled together, whispering furiously.
“We need to do something,” Sarah insisted.
“But we can’t tell her directly,” I reminded them. “It’s against policy. If he sues us, we’ll lose our jobs.”
Then an idea sparked. “What if I go undercover? Pretend to be a guest and see if he takes the bait.”
Sarah’s eyes widened. “Are you serious? Leslie, that’s dangerous!”
Tom raised a brow. “You really think he’ll fall for it?”
I straightened my shoulders. “Trust me. If he’s been this reckless, he’ll take the bait.”
So the next day, I disguised myself—wig, heavy makeup, even a fake accent. When I spotted Matias in the hotel restaurant alone, I forced myself to walk over, heart pounding.
“Excuse me,” I purred with my fake accent. “I couldn’t help but notice you. Here’s my number.”
I slid him a folded note and walked away, shaking inside.
Minutes later, my phone buzzed. A message.
“Hello. We can meet at the hotel tomorrow at 2 p.m.”
He was caught.
The next morning, Sarah took her chance. While Matias was busy at the counter, she approached Paige.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” she whispered nervously. “I don’t want to upset you, but… your husband isn’t who you think he is.”
Paige blinked in confusion. “What? No, that’s not possible.”
Sarah’s voice trembled but stayed firm. “If you want proof, come back here today at 2 p.m. Please. You need to see for yourself.”
Paige looked torn, but finally whispered, “Fine. I’ll come.”
At exactly 2 p.m., Matias returned, punctual as ever. I was already in disguise, waiting.
He spotted me and smirked, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“Hello, beautiful. I’m Matias.”
“Nice to meet you, Matias,” I replied, trying not to gag. “I’m Stella.”
We headed upstairs. My hands shook, but I forced a smile.
Inside the room, he poured us drinks, loosening his shirt buttons. My stomach twisted. Where was Paige?
Just as he leaned closer, the door slammed open. Paige stormed in, Sarah right behind her.
“What the hell is this?” Paige screamed, her voice echoing off the walls.
Matias stumbled back. “Paige! Wait—this isn’t what it looks like!”
“Really?” she snapped, eyes blazing. “Because it looks like you’re about to cheat on me. Again!”
I yanked off my wig. “Actually, I’m Leslie. I work at this hotel. And we’ve seen everything.”
The color drained from Matias’ face.
Paige’s voice cracked as she shouted, “How long, Matias? How long have you been humiliating me like this?”
He reached for her, panicked. “Paige, please, I can explain—”
“Explain?” she cried. “Explain how you parade other women into hotels while I sit at home believing your lies? I’m done, Matias. We’re done!”
Tears filled her eyes as she turned and stormed out.
Sarah and I followed, leaving Matias frozen in shame.
In the lobby, Paige turned to us. Her voice was shaky, but her eyes were strong.
“Thank you. I didn’t want to believe it, but I needed the truth. I’m filing for divorce.”
I touched her shoulder gently. “I’m so sorry, Paige. You deserve so much better.”
She gave us a small, grateful smile before walking out of the hotel and out of his life.
Minutes later, Matias slunk through the lobby, head down, unable to look at anyone. That was the last time we ever saw him.
Working in a hotel, you see people at their best and worst. But that day taught me something: sometimes you have to take risks to stand up for what’s right. And watching Paige walk away free from a man who never deserved her? That was worth everything.
