I sat across from Liam at the elegant restaurant, watching the candlelight flicker against his sharp cheekbones. He looked almost too perfect. He smiled at me like I was the only person in the world.

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"I'm so glad we found each other," he said, reaching for my hand.

Tonight felt like a turning point. We've been dating for several months and wanted to celebrate it. Liam had picked the restaurant, an upscale spot he claimed was his favorite. "This is my treat," he had told me earlier. "I want to spoil you."

How could I say no to that?

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Then, Liam's phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at the screen, frowned, and stood up.

"Sorry, babe. Just need to wash my hands," he said.

I nodded, watching him weave through the crowd toward the restrooms.

I reached for my glass. That's when I saw a small, folded napkin tucked just underneath. Frowning, I pulled it out and smoothed the fabric.

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"MEET ME BY THE RESTROOMS IN FIVE MINUTES. YOUR DATE CAN'T KNOW. ACT NORMAL."

I glanced around, suddenly aware of the people in the restaurant. Was someone watching me? Who left this?

Liam returned before I had time to think. He slid into his seat, smiling. "Miss me?"

I forced a smile. "I just need to freshen up," I said, pushing back my chair.

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Liam winked. "Don't be long."

I smiled and turned, but inside, I was shaking.

I walked toward the restrooms, scanning the faces around me. My heart pounded. What if this was a prank? What if I was overreacting?

Then, I saw her.

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A waitress stood near the hallway leading to the restrooms. She looked tense, shifting from foot to foot. When our eyes met, she exhaled.

"Are you Emma?" she whispered.

I swallowed hard. "Yes."

She glanced over her shoulder, then back at me. "I'm Amanda. I—God, this is so awkward. I don't usually do this, but I couldn't just let it happen again."

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I frowned. "Let what happen?"

She hesitated, lowering her voice. "Liam comes here all the time. Every week, actually."

My stomach twisted. "So? It's his favorite restaurant."

She gave me a sad look. "Yeah, but never with the same woman."

My breath hitched.

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Amanda kept going. "He brings women here, orders the most expensive dishes, acts like the perfect gentleman." She glanced at the floor. "Then he disappears."

I blinked. "What?"

She sighed. "He always finds a way to slip out. Says he's taking a call, going to the restroom, whatever. But he never comes back."

I felt sick.

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Amanda nodded. "His friend owns this place, so no one stops him. The women are always left with the bill."

I shook my head. "That's not possible."

She pulled out her phone, scrolled through her camera roll, and held up the screen. My blood ran cold.

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Liam. Sitting at the exact same table. With different women. Then another photo—Liam sneaking out the back door while a woman sat alone, staring at a check she didn't expect.

Photo after photo. Different nights. Different women. Same scam.

My head spun.

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Amanda bit her lip. "I hate seeing it happen. I try to warn people when I can, but it's not always easy. Some don't believe me."

I couldn't breathe. The man I had been falling for was a con artist. I clenched my fists. My first instinct was to run. But then something inside me shifted.

I looked at Amanda. "Does he ever get caught?"

She shook her head. "Never."

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I inhaled slowly. My hands stopped shaking.

"Then let's change that."

I walked back to the table, my heart pounding. I smoothed my dress, took a deep breath, and forced a smile. I couldn't let him see the truth yet.

Liam looked up, flashing that same charming grin. The same grin he had probably used on every other woman he had scammed.

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"Everything okay?" he asked.

I nodded. "Your birthday's coming up, right?"

His grin widened. "Yeah, next Saturday."

I clasped my hands together, letting excitement creep into my voice. "Then let's make it unforgettable. Let's have a big dinner here—invite your family, your friends. I want to treat you."

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His eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning. "Wait, really? You'd do that for me?"

"Of course," I said sweetly. "You've done so much for me. I want to give you a night to remember."

Liam exhaled, shaking his head like he couldn't believe his luck. "Wow, Emma. That's… amazing. You're amazing."

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The moment I got home, I started setting the trap. First, I reached out to Liam's family. "Liam wants to throw a birthday dinner for all of you," I told them. "He insisted on making it special."

His mother practically melted. "That's so thoughtful of him!"

His sister snorted. "Since when is Liam this generous?"

I giggled. "Guess he's full of surprises."

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Next, I messaged Amanda.

Me:It's happening next Saturday. I need you to be ready.

Amanda:Oh, I'll be ready.

I wasn't taking any chances. I made sure the reservations included the most expensive wine, appetizers, and entrées the restaurant had to offer.

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Liam wouldn't just pay—he would suffer.

By the time Saturday arrived, everything was in place. The restaurant was fully booked, his family and friends were excited, and Amanda had every piece of evidence lined up.

Liam had no idea what was coming.

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The restaurant buzzed with conversation and laughter. Every seat at the long, candlelit table was filled—Liam's parents, his sister, his closest friends, even his boss. Plates of gourmet dishes covered the table, and bottles of expensive wine were passed around freely.

Liam sat at the head of the table, soaking it all in. He looked like a king, grinning as his guests toasted to him.

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"To Liam!" his best friend, Mark, called out, lifting his glass. "The man of the hour!"

"To Liam!" the group echoed.

I sat beside him, smiling softly. I had played my part perfectly—laughing at his jokes, nodding at his stories, acting like the perfect girlfriend. Across the room, I could feel Amanda's eyes on me, but I didn't look over. Not yet.

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Liam draped an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close. "You're incredible," he murmured. "This is the best birthday I've ever had."

Then, a waiter approached, carrying a black leather check presenter. He walked straight to Liam and placed it in front of him. Liam blinked. His smile faltered.

"What's this?" he asked, chuckling.

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The waiter stood firm. "The bill, sir."

Liam's eyebrows lifted. He let out a small laugh and slid the check toward me. "You're the one treating us, remember?"

I didn't move. I picked up my wine glass and took a slow sip.

Silence stretched across the table.

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Liam's father cleared his throat. "That's not what she told us," he said, voice firm. "She said you wanted to do something special for everyone."

Liam's face paled. His smile tightened. "No, no. That's—uh—that's a misunderstanding."

His sister leaned forward, frowning. "Wait, so you're not paying?"

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Liam forced a nervous chuckle. "Guys, come on, let's not make a thing out of this. Emma, babe, tell them."

I set my glass down and met his gaze. "I don't know what you mean, Liam. You said this dinner was on you."

His eyes flickered with panic. He grabbed his phone. "I just need to—"

A voice cut through the air.

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"I wouldn't bother."

Amanda.

She stood at the edge of the table, phone in hand. Her voice was calm, but her eyes burned.

Liam tensed. "What the hell—"

"You bring women here," I said, keeping my voice even. "You order the most expensive dishes. You play the perfect date. And then you disappear. Every. Single. Time."

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Liam shook his head wildly. "No, no. That's insane! This is some sick joke!"

"Oh, and just so you know," I said sweetly, "I made sure this was extra special for you."

Liam hesitated before flipping it open. His face turned sheet-white. The total? $4,387. The room went still.

Liam swallowed hard. He looked around, at his family, his friends, his boss. Every face turned against him.

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He was trapped.

Amanda turned the screen toward the table. Photos. Proof. Liam's con, exposed for everyone to see.

Gasps filled the air. His mother clutched her chest. His sister whispered, "Oh my God."

His father's face was unreadable—cold and hard. "Liam," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Is this true?"

Liam swallowed. "Dad, I—"

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His father's hands slammed onto the table. "Answer me."

Silence.

I smirked and stood, smoothing out my dress. Liam's eyes darted to mine, filled with panic. I let the moment stretch, savoring it.

Amanda crossed her arms. "And this time?" She nodded toward the bill. "You're paying."

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Liam looked around wildly, searching for a way out. But every face at the table was turned against him. His father shook his head in disgust.

I grabbed my purse and turned to Amanda. "Drinks on me next time?"

Amanda grinned. "Absolutely."

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With my head held high, I walked out, leaving Liam to face the wreckage he created.

That night, Liam lost more than money. He lost his reputation, his dignity, and, most of all—me.

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