When Emily decided to order a pizza while her fiancé was away, she anticipated a tranquil evening by herself, never expecting a note that would completely unravel her life. Unbeknownst to her, this delivery would rescue her from a catastrophic marriage.
Living with Jake had settled into a predictable comfort. Our modest apartment, adorned with snug throws and eclectic cushions, felt like a sanctuary—or so I believed. I’m Emily, and over the past three years, Jake and I have cherished our simple joys.
One of our regular delights was ordering pizza from our go-to local spot during our relaxed evenings. Jake would peruse movie options while I called in our usual order.
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