When Chloe ordered pizza while her fiancé was out of town, she expected a quiet night alone, not a message that would turn her life upside down. Little did she know, the delivery would save her from a disastrous marriage. Living with Lucas felt like being stuck in a familiar routine.
Our small apartment, with its soft blankets and mismatched pillows, was our cozy spot—or so I thought. I’m Chloe, and for the past three years, Lucas and I have enjoyed simple moments together. Our favorite was ordering pizza from the same local shop on our relaxed evenings.
It was our thing. Lucas would flip through movie options while I called our go-to pizzeria. Evan, the delivery guy, knew us well.
His visits were regular, always with a friendly “Hey, how’s it going?” that rang through our tiny hallway. Tonight, though, it was just me. Lucas was away on a work trip, and the silence felt heavy.
I ordered my usual—pepperoni with extra cheese. When the doorbell rang, Evan was there, but something seemed off. His smile was forced, and his hands shook slightly as he handed me the pizza box.
“Hey, Chloe. Lucas not here tonight?” Evan asked, his voice a bit unsteady. “Just me tonight,” I replied, trying to sound upbeat.
Evan nodded and turned to leave—faster than usual, it seemed. As I closed the door, his odd behavior stuck with me. Was he okay?
I brushed it off and carried the warm box to the kitchen. The smell of garlic and tomato sauce filled the air, usually a comforting hug. But when I opened the box, my heart stopped.
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