The next day—her one day off—Kristi visited her mother. As she walked through the door, her mom greeted her with excitement and introduced her new fiancé. Kristi froze. There he was—Edwin—the same man from the plane, now smiling like nothing had happened.
He shook Kristi’s hand as if they were strangers. She smiled back, heart thudding.
Edwin made dinner, smooth as ever, charming her mother, dodging Kristi’s subtle questions with polished vagueness. After the meal, needing air, Kristi pulled her mother aside. “How well do you really know Edwin?” she asked gently.
Her mother lit up. “He’s a diamond tycoon’s son. We’re getting married in a few days!”
Kristi’s stomach dropped. She told her mother what she’d seen on the flight—Edwin, with another woman, very much in love. But her mother dismissed it with a tight smile. “You just don’t want me to be happy. Edwin believes in love. Real love.”
Kristi tried to stay calm. “It just seems fast. Don’t you want to be sure?”
Her mother brushed it off. Edwin returned with drinks, and while her mom stepped away, Kristi confronted him.
“How dare you play with her feelings?” she hissed. “I saw you. On the plane. With Isabella.”
Edwin’s smile dimmed. “Your mother is happy. Let her be.”
Kristi’s rage flared. She grabbed a glass and dumped it over his smug head. “You’re a liar. And I’m going to prove it.”
Her mother came back, gasped, and Edwin immediately shifted into victim mode. Kristi knew she’d lost the battle that night. But the war wasn’t over.
She remembered Isabella.
The next day, Kristi headed to the airline office and lied her way into the passenger records, claiming someone had lost something valuable. Sure enough, a missing necklace report had been filed. Isabella. They gave Kristi her contact info.
The following afternoon, Kristi met Isabella in a hotel café. They recognized each other instantly.
“You were on the flight,” Isabella said.
Kristi nodded. “And you were with Edwin. He’s engaged. To my mother.”
Isabella’s face fell. “He told me he loved me. Asked me for money—for an emergency. I was about to give it to him.”
Kristi leaned forward. “Then let’s stop him. Together.”
They plotted for hours. Isabella would meet Edwin again, pretending to bring the money. Kristi, disguised as staff, would be nearby.
That weekend, at a sleek restaurant, Isabella waited at a table, sipping wine. Edwin arrived, confident and composed. Kristi, undercover, kept her eyes on them. When Isabella offered a “gift” instead of cash, Edwin took the bait and pulled out a wishlist. Kristi seized the moment—”accidentally” spilled wine on him, and in the chaos, slipped his unlocked phone into her apron.
She fled to the restroom and scrolled fast: dating profiles, messages to multiple women, even bank transfers. She had all the proof.
Then came the banging. Edwin had figured it out. He pounded on the door, demanding his phone. Kristi emerged, phone in hand.
“You’re a con artist,” she said flatly.
He lunged. She screamed for help.
At the police station, under harsh fluorescent lights, Kristi sat shaken. “Good intentions don’t erase bad decisions,” the officer warned.
Her mother arrived, devastated. “This isn’t the daughter I raised,” she said coldly before walking away.
Kristi didn’t chase her. Not yet.
That evening, she met Isabella again. “He filed a restraining order,” Kristi said. “But before that, I changed the password on his dating profiles.”
Isabella grinned. “Then let’s make some noise.”
They sent messages to every woman he’d contacted. Warnings. Screenshots. The truth.
And on Edwin’s wedding day, it all came crashing down.
Dozens of women arrived at the chapel. One hurled cake. Another screamed, “Liar!” A third flung a stiletto. Edwin tried to run, but tripped over flower petals and landed face-first in the aisle. The crowd closed in. The police came. He was dragged out in cuffs, his lies laid bare.
Kristi’s mother emerged from the chapel, eyes full of tears. She didn’t speak. Didn’t even look at Kristi. Not yet.
Kristi stayed back, hidden in the trees. She would wait. Her mother would need time.
But Edwin? His time was up—because one flight attendant chose not to look the other way.