Being a hotel manager means I meet all kinds of guests. Some are kind, some are strange, and some are unforgettable. But nothing prepared me for Matias.
He was one of those men who thought the world revolved around him. A regular at our hotel. And almost every week, he showed up with a different woman on his arm. Until one day, he brought his wife. That was the moment I decided—this man needed to learn a lesson he would never forget.
Hey everyone, I’m Leslie. I’ve been a hotel manager for years. I love my job—the busy lobby, the endless stories, the people from all over the world. But this story? This one tops everything.
It all started on a Friday night, one of those nights when the hotel was buzzing with guests. I was at the front desk when he walked in.
Matias.
Tall, handsome, with perfectly styled dark hair and a beard trimmed to perfection. His suit looked custom-made, probably cost more than what I earned in a month. And on his arm? A glamorous woman in a sparkly dress, laughing like she didn’t have a care in the world.
I smiled politely. “Welcome. Do you have a reservation, sir?”
“Yes, under Matias,” he replied smoothly, giving me a wink.
I handed him the room keys. “Enjoy your stay, Mr. Matias.”
“Oh, we will,” he said with a grin that made me feel uneasy.
At first, I thought nothing of it. Just another wealthy guy spending the night with a date. But the following week, he was back.
And the woman was different.
Same fancy outfit, same air of glamour—but definitely not the same person.
Then it happened again. And again.
It became a pattern. Every week, Matias walked into our hotel with a new woman. Sometimes twice in one week. Always smiling, always acting like he owned the place.
One evening, my coworker Sarah leaned toward me and whispered, “Leslie, have you noticed that guy? The one who’s always here with a different woman?”
I sighed. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.”
Sarah’s eyes widened. “Weird? It’s scandalous! Who even does that?”
I shrugged, though deep down I agreed. “Maybe he’s just enjoying the single life.”
But a part of me suspected the truth was darker.
Then, out of nowhere, he disappeared. No visits for a whole week.
“Maybe he finally settled down,” joked Tom, our bellhop.
“Or maybe one of his dates was a killer and buried him somewhere,” Sarah added with a laugh.
We all chuckled, but something about his sudden absence felt off.
The next week, Matias returned. But this time, everything was different.
He wasn’t with a glamorous woman. Instead, a simple woman in jeans and a T-shirt walked beside him, holding his hand. She had kind eyes and a gentle smile.
Sarah and I exchanged a look.
I stepped forward. “Welcome, Mr. Matias. How can I help you today?”
The woman smiled warmly. “Hi, I’m Paige. We’d like a room for two nights, please.”
When I checked their IDs, my stomach dropped. Their last names matched. They were married.
I froze, but tried to keep my face neutral.
Paige turned to him and said softly, “I love you, honey. Sorry if I worry too much sometimes.”
Matias patted her hand. “It’s okay. Just trust me more.”
Trust him? My blood boiled.
As soon as they left, I told Sarah and Tom.
“They’re married,” I whispered.
Sarah gasped. “No way! All those women—”
“Yep,” I said grimly. “He’s been cheating on her right here in our hotel.”
Tom clenched his fists. “What a scumbag. She seemed so nice!”
Sarah shook her head. “We can’t let him get away with this. We have to do something!”
She was right, but I reminded them, “We can’t just tell Paige. Hotel policy says we can’t interfere with guest privacy. If we get caught, Matias could sue the hotel.”
Silence fell, until an idea came to me.
“What if I… pretend to be another guest? If I approach him and he takes the bait, we’ll have proof.”
Sarah’s eyes widened. “Are you serious? That’s risky, Leslie.”
“Someone has to teach him a lesson,” I said firmly.
And so, our plan began.
The next evening, I disguised myself—wig, heavy makeup, even a fake accent. When I spotted Matias dining alone in the restaurant, my heart pounded.
I walked over and said softly, “Excuse me… I couldn’t help but notice you. Here’s my number, in case you’d like to meet.”
I slid him a note and left.
Ten minutes later, my phone buzzed.
A text from Matias: “Hello. Let’s meet at the hotel tomorrow at 2 p.m.”
My stomach twisted. He had taken the bait.
The next morning, as Matias and Paige checked out, Sarah made her move. While Matias was distracted, she quietly said to Paige, “Ma’am, I hate to say this, but your husband is cheating on you. If you don’t believe me, come back here at 2 p.m. today. You’ll see for yourself.”
Paige froze, her face pale. “What? No… that can’t be true.”
“Please,” Sarah urged. “Just come. You deserve the truth.”
Paige hesitated, then whispered, “I’ll be here.”
Later that day, Matias arrived right on time, grinning like a predator.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said as he slid his arm around my waist. “I’m Matias.”
“I’m Stella,” I replied, my fake identity. “Shall we?”
We went up to the room. My heart raced—would Paige show up?
Inside, Matias poured us drinks. I sipped nervously, praying this would end soon.
He began unbuttoning his shirt. That’s when the door slammed open.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” Paige’s voice thundered through the room. She stood in the doorway, trembling with fury, Sarah right behind her.
Matias froze, his face draining of color. “Paige! I… I can explain!”
“Explain?” she spat. “Explain how you’ve been bringing other women here every week? How you’ve been lying to me all this time?”
I tore off my wig and stood up. “Actually, Paige, I’m Leslie. I work here. We set this up so you’d know the truth.”
Paige’s eyes filled with tears. “I trusted you!” she screamed at Matias. “All those nights you said you were working late, all those trips—you were cheating on me, weren’t you?”
“Paige, please—” Matias tried to reach for her, but she stepped back.
“No!” she shouted. “We’re done. I’m filing for divorce. You disgust me.”
She turned and stormed out. Sarah and I followed her, leaving Matias standing half-dressed and humiliated.
Down in the lobby, Paige wiped her tears and whispered to me, “Thank you. I needed to know. It hurts, but now I can finally move on.”
“We’re so sorry,” I said softly. “But you deserved the truth.”
She nodded and walked out of the hotel, her head held high.
A few minutes later, Matias slunk out too, staring at the floor, unable to meet anyone’s eyes.
That was the last time I ever saw him.
Working in a hotel, you see all kinds of things. But this story taught me something important: sometimes doing the hard thing—exposing the truth—is the right thing. And when someone is hurting another person, you don’t just stand by. You take action.
Because that lesson? It’s one Matias will never forget.