It was supposed to be a normal Friday night. My husband and I had ordered pizza like we always did. But when the delivery guy handed me the box, I noticed something strange—writing on the inside of the lid.
“You deserve better. Check your doorbell camera.”
My heart pounded as I rushed to my phone and scrolled through the footage. What I saw made my stomach drop—my husband, standing at the door earlier that day, flirting shamelessly with the same delivery girl. His hand brushed against hers, his signature smirk flashing as he asked for her number.
I confronted him that night, and he stammered through excuses, but the truth was right there on the screen. The delivery guy’s message had been a warning, and I was grateful for it.
That pizza wasn’t the only thing getting tossed out that night.
