When I ordered pizza while my fiancé, Jake, was away, I never expected it to change my life. Living with Jake felt routine, and our small apartment seemed cozy. Ordering pizza during our relaxed evenings became a ritual. Tom, our regular delivery man, always greeted us warmly. One evening, with Jake on a business trip, I ordered a pizza just for myself. When Tom arrived, he seemed uneasy and handed me the pizza box with trembling hands.
“Evening, Emily. Jake’s not here tonight?” he asked. “Just me tonight,” I replied. His behavior left me unsettled, and I found a message inside the pizza box: “He is not who you think. Check your door camera.”
Fear gripped me as I activated our door camera. To my horror, I saw multiple clips of Jake with different women at our doorstep when I was away. Betrayed and heartbroken, I knew I needed to confront him.
When Jake returned, I showed him the footage. He dismissed it, claiming they were just friends. “I can’t marry someone who thinks so little of me,” I said. “We’re done.”
