Emily didn’t expect a message that would ruin her life when she ordered pizza while her fiancé was out of town. Instead, she planned a peaceful evening alone. She had no idea that the delivery would spare her from an unhappy marriage.
It was like being trapped in a cozy routine when I lived with Jake. I believed that our tiny flat, with its comfortable wraps and mismatched cushions, was our sanctuary. I’m Emily, and Jake and I have developed a routine around small joys over the last three years.
On our lazy evenings, we most often ordered pizza from the same local restaurant. It was customary. While I called our favorite pizza place, Jake would look through the movie listings.
The delivery man, Tom, knew who we were. His visits were as consistent as clockwork, even down to the upbeat “How’s it going?” that filled our tiny foyer. But it was just me tonight. The quiet was louder than normal since Jake was on a business trip out of town.
My typical pepperoni pizza with extra cheese was the only pizza I ordered. Tom was there when the doorbell rang, as was to be anticipated, but there was something strange about him tonight. As he handed me the pizza box, his hands appeared to shake slightly and his smile did not extend to his eyes.
Good evening, Emily. Jake won’t be here tonight? Tom’s voice quivered slightly as he asked.
“No, it’s just me tonight,” I answered, attempting to seem upbeat. Tom turned on his heel and left after nodding—too soon, it seemed.
His actions bothered me as I closed the door. Was he all right? I carried the warm package to the kitchen, putting the worry aside. The air was filled with the comforting scent of tomato sauce and garlic, which usually felt like an embrace.
However, my heart skipped a beat as I opened the box. There was a statement written with a black Sharpie on the box’s interior lid: “He is not who you think.” Examine your door camera.
A chill of fear swept over me, making the pizza appear unappetizing. As I put the box down, my hands shook, and the happy hum of the apartment was replaced by an impending quiet. On that camera, what was I going to discover?
I fumbled with the tablet that operated our door camera, my fingers shaking. Every second until I opened the app felt like an eternity, and the message in the pizza box had made me shiver. I accessed the camera’s history, and every time I swiped back through the years, I gasped.
Then I noticed it.
At our door, Jake, my Jake, greeted a woman. Not just any woman, though, because she was giving him a bottle of wine while giggling. My heart fell. I kept scrolling. This woman is lugging a stack of movies on another day.
Jake appeared to have company while I was away. Ironically, he had put a camera for our safety, which captured every visit with various women.
The iPad fell to my lap as I sat motionless. My thoughts were racing. Could he? When did our shared life become such a farce? Every video clip on the camera was a knife to my heart as tears clouded my vision. Were the affection and trust I had fostered and invested in him only one-sided? Was this something that only I did?
It seemed as if the flat was getting smaller and the walls were closing in on me with every woman’s giggle and every bottle of wine that was shared. Every room now screamed betrayal, even though I had cherished this place and our shared life.
As the realization sank like lead in my stomach, I felt sick, a knot growing in my throat. This was more than a straightforward error or miscommunication. It was a repeated, intentional betrayal. My nails dug into my palms as my hands balled into fists.
My tears poured down my face, heated by the rage that mixed with my grief. I had to ask him questions and confront him. Prior to anything else, though, I had to gather the fragments of my broken self-respect. I couldn’t allow him to know how broken I was.
For my own sake, I needed to be strong. The love I believed we shared had vanished, replaced by a steely, icy rage. Jake needed to give me a serious explanation, and I was going to make sure I understood.
The tension was as thick as fog, and the flat was quiet when Jake got back. The pictures from the door camera kept playing in my head as I sat at the kitchen table. Ignorant of the turmoil inside me, he welcomed me with his typical careless smile.
“Hi, Em. He hung his coat and remarked, “Missed you.”
I did not smile back. “We must speak.”
Jake’s grin wavered. “What’s the matter?”
I displayed a pause on a picture of him with one of the women while holding up the tablet. “Want to elaborate?”
Jake took a quick look at the television before he loosened his posture and shrugged. “You’re making a huge fuss out of nothing, Emily. They are merely companions.
“Companions?” I lost my temper. “A different woman every time I’m not around? Jake, really?
With a groan, he combed through his hair. “Look, Em, you’re acting suspiciously. These women are worthless.
“Nothin’?” Anger burning through my composed exterior, I raised my voice. “How are you able to say that?”
Jake’s voice became stern. “I have a lot to offer this partnership. Do you truly want to discard this because of some insecurity?
That was it. His contempt and haughtiness encapsulated all of my emotions. When I have proof, Jake, it’s not insecurity. I am unable to do this. I refuse to wed someone who has such low regard for me.
Jake’s cockiness gave way to shock as his face tensed. “Are you serious? Over some bullshit?
“Yes,” I replied firmly and unequivocally. “I’m finished. We’re finished.
After giving me a long look, he picked up his coat and walked away without saying anything more. It was over in an instant as the door slammed behind him.
I took a few minutes to collect my thoughts before picking up my phone and calling the pizza business. Tom replied.
It’s Emily, Tom. I… I wanted to express my gratitude. Regarding Jake, you were correct.
The line paused for a moment. “I sincerely apologize, Emily. I believed you ought to be aware.
“Thank you,” I murmured, my voice full of sincerity. “Maybe I could get you a coffee sometime? To speak?
Tom said, “I’d like that,” with a kind tone that soothed my hurt feelings.
The fear of facing Jake seemed like a faraway memory when I met Tom the next day at the neighborhood café. For the first time in a long time, I felt noticed because of Tom’s sincere concern, which was seen in his eyes.
“Tom, I appreciate your candor with me. As we settled in with our coffees, I remarked, “I know it must have been difficult to decide to tell me.”
He gave a nod. Emily, it was. But keeping it from you didn’t feel right. Everyone is entitled to the truth.
As we conversed, I became aware of how closely my relationship with Jake had shaped who I was. I now felt a wave of freedom and possibility as I sat across from Tom. This person prioritized integrity over practicality. It was invigorating and oddly optimistic.
We soon found ourselves laughing as our chat shifted from serious to more lighthearted subjects. After taking such a severe hit, I didn’t anticipate feeling this light. It served as a reminder that occasionally an opportunity to create something better arises from the ruins.
As Tom and I sat there, laughing together, I felt as though a burden had been lifted. It seemed like a breath of fresh air after spending too much time indoors.
I looked at Tom and jokingly said, “I never thought a pizza delivery could change my life.” I could see he understood by his smile.
Emily, life is weird. With compassionate eyes, he answered, “Help can sometimes appear when you least expect it.”
I felt a fresh sense of hope as we walked out of the café. I was prepared to go on, to welcome whatever lay ahead. I had no idea what the future contained, but I did know that I was headed back to happiness, one slice at a time.