Delivery Man Left a Note on My Pizza Box — It Ended Up Saving Me from a Catastrophic Engagement
Fury mixed with my grief, fueling the tears that streamed down my face. I needed to confront him, to demand explanations. But first, I had to collect myself, to piece together my shattered dignity. I couldn’t let him see my devastation.
I steeled myself for the confrontation. The illusion of our love had evaporated, replaced by stark indignation. Jake owed me some serious explanations, and I was determined to get them.
When Jake came back, the apartment was suffused with tense silence. He greeted me with his usual carefree smile, unaware of the tempest within me.
“Hey, Em. Missed you,” he said, as he hung up his coat.
I didn’t return the smile. “We need to talk,” I said firmly.
Jake’s smile wavered. “What’s wrong?”
I thrust the tablet towards him, pausing on an image of him with one of the women. “Care to explain this?”
He glanced at the screen, then shrugged nonchalantly. “Emily, you’re blowing this out of proportion. They’re just friends.”
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