Two years later, while closing up one evening, Liam and Daria walked in unexpectedly. They made snide remarks, assuming I was just an employee. But when a staff member called me “boss,” their expressions changed instantly. Calmly, I told them, “This is my restaurant.

I built it from the ground up.” Stunned, they demanded a table, but I politely declined, explaining we were closed for the night. The very next day, they left a negative online review, attempting to tarnish my business.

I responded professionally, stating that respect mattered more than profit, and my loyal customers rallied behind me with glowing reviews. A local food blogger even shared my story, and reservations doubled almost overnight. Liam and Daria disappeared from my life once again, this time for good. The sweetest part of it all? My head chef, Mark, and I fell in love while working together, and we’re getting married next spring. When I told him about that night, he smiled and said, “Sounds like they were served a slice of humble pie.” I laughed, replying, “Not revenge — just dessert.”