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00:00It was a cloudy Thursday afternoon when Melissa Johnson clocked into her part-time job at Papa

00:05Tony's Pizza. It wasn't the life she imagined at 32, married to the man she thought was her

00:10soulmate and now juggling bills with a pizza delivery job in the evenings. Her marriage to

00:15Brad had seen better days, but she clung to the belief that love could still be salvaged,

00:21that maybe this phase was just a rough patch. She had met Brad seven years ago at a 4th of July

00:27barbecue. He was charming, a financial advisor with an impressive smile and a quiet confidence

00:33that made her fall headfirst. But lately, he had been distant, often working late,

00:39glued to his phone, or emotionally unavailable. Still, she kept herself grounded, believing it

00:46would all smooth out. Papa Tony's was the kind of place that smelled like melted mozzarella and

00:52garlic knots, and Melissa actually liked the small sense of control it gave her. She was

00:57good at her job, fast and reliable, and most of the regular customers liked her. That day,

01:03a new order came in, two large pepperoni pizzas, and a side of garlic breadsticks. The name on the

01:09order was Angela, and the delivery address caught Melissa's attention. It was on Hamilton Street,

01:16a part of town with upscale condos. The address seemed familiar, though she couldn't quite place why.

01:22She loaded the pizzas into her sedan and punched the address into Google Maps. As she drove through

01:28the busy intersections and narrow lanes, her mind wandered. Brad had mentioned Hamilton Street once.

01:35He said a client lived there, and he'd been helping her restructure some finances.

01:40Melissa remembered feeling a twinge of jealousy when he'd mentioned the client was a woman,

01:45a young one, recently divorced, but she brushed it off. Brad had never given her reason to distrust him

01:52until recently. When Melissa pulled up to the address, her gut twisted. The condo building was

01:58sleek, modern, too fancy for a regular pizza order. She grabbed the box and walked toward the elevator.

02:05On the sixth floor, she found Unit 6B. She knocked gently, smiling as she always did for customers.

02:12A few seconds passed before the door opened. A woman stood there, probably in her late 20s,

02:19with long dark hair tied into a messy bun, wearing a silk robe that looked more like lingerie than

02:25loungewear. She looked surprised to see Melissa, but quickly smiled.

02:30Pizza's here, Melissa said with forced cheer, holding the box out.

02:34Thanks. I've been starving, the woman replied, handing over a couple of bills and taking the box.

02:40As Melissa counted the change, she caught a glimpse inside the apartment. On the coffee table sat a

02:47man's watch, Brad's. She recognized the initials engraved on the back. Her heart stopped. The woman

02:54noticed Melissa's sudden stillness and looked slightly puzzled. Melissa glanced back up, forcing a

03:01breath. Sorry, just thought the watch looked familiar. The woman raised a brow. Oh, my boyfriend left it

03:07here. He's in the shower. Melissa didn't respond. She handed back the change, smiled faintly, and turned

03:15to leave, her knees wobbling beneath her. In the elevator, she felt like her entire world had cracked

03:22open. The name Brad hadn't been mentioned, but everything in her screamed the truth. Her husband

03:28was cheating on her, and she had just delivered pizza to the woman he was doing it with. Back at the car,

03:34she sat frozen for several minutes. Her phone buzzed a message from Brad. Hey, working late. Don't wait

03:42up. Love you. Melissa's hands trembled as she held the phone. She felt humiliated, betrayed, and deeply

03:51hurt. But most of all, she felt a resolve rising inside her. She wasn't going to cry. Not yet. Not here.

04:00She drove back to Papa Tony's in silence and finished the rest of her shift, running on autopilot.

04:07When she got home that night, Brad wasn't there. Just like he said, working late. But Melissa now knew

04:13exactly what he was working on. She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking about the silk robe,

04:20the watch, the casual way the woman had said, my boyfriend. For days, Melissa didn't say a word to

04:26Brad. She watched him like a detective, noting when he left, how long he was gone, the excuses

04:32he gave. He had no idea she knew. But she wanted proof, more than just a watch and a hunch. So she

04:39did something she never thought she'd do. She followed him. One Friday evening, Brad left around

04:467.30 p.m. claiming he was grabbing drinks with the guys. Melissa waited 10 minutes, then tailed him.

04:52He drove straight to Hamilton Street. From a parked distance, she watched as he entered the same

04:59condo building she'd delivered to. Her heart twisted again, but this time it was fueled by

05:04clarity. He was lying. There were no drinks with the guys. She took photos from her car,

05:10time-stamped, with Brad clearly walking into the building. The next day, she drove to a lawyer's

05:16office. The meeting was brief, but life-altering. The lawyer advised her to collect more evidence,

05:22if she wanted a solid case for divorce. Adultery wasn't criminal in their state, but it could help

05:28in negotiations. For a week, she played along at home, smiling, kissing him goodnight, asking how

05:36his day went. Brad didn't suspect a thing. Meanwhile, Melissa returned to the same condo on

05:42her day off. This time, she wasn't holding a pizza box. She knocked on the door and waited.

05:48The same woman opened it, frowning in confusion. Can I help you? Melissa held up her phone.

05:55Hi. I think you know my husband. Brad Johnson. The woman's face went pale. I'm Melissa. His wife.

06:03The woman, Angela, stammered. I... I didn't know he was married. Melissa didn't scream. She didn't cry.

06:10She simply said, I figured as much. Just wanted to meet the woman who's been enjoying garlic bread with

06:17my husband. Angela invited her in, surprisingly. The place was neat, candles burning on the mantle,

06:24a romantic movie paused on the screen. Angela seemed genuinely horrified. He told me he was

06:30separated. Said the papers were being finalized. Melissa let out a dry laugh. They're about to be.

06:37Now. Angela apologized repeatedly, even offering to help with the divorce case by providing texts

06:44and pictures. Melissa took her up on that. That night, when Brad came home, Melissa was at the

06:50table with her laptop open and a manila folder of printed screenshots. She calmly asked him to sit.

06:58At first, he tried to deny it. Said Angela was just a client. Said Melissa was being paranoid. But when she

07:05showed him the photos, the texts, and told him about the pizza delivery, his face drained of color.

07:10Why didn't you say something? He asked quietly. Because I wanted to see if you'd lie to me again,

07:16she replied. He begged for forgiveness. Cried. Said it was a mistake. But Melissa had already made her

07:23decision. She moved out the next morning and filed for divorce two days later. Months passed.

07:30Melissa found herself healing, slowly. She quit Papa Tony's and got a job at a small publishing house.

07:36It was peaceful work, something she enjoyed. She started journaling, taking yoga classes,

07:42and even tried therapy. She learned that her self-worth wasn't tied to a man's loyalty,

07:47or lack thereof. One afternoon, while sipping coffee at a cafe, she saw Angela again. This time,

07:55the woman waved her over. They chatted briefly, awkwardly, but kindly. Angela mentioned that she

08:01had broken things off with Brad shortly after their last conversation. It wasn't worth it,

08:06she said. Not after knowing what he did to you. Melissa smiled softly. I appreciate that.

08:12As she left the cafe, she felt lighter. The wound was still there, but it no longer defined her.

08:19Delivering that pizza had been the worst, and...

08:22Delivering that pizza had been the best, and I said.

08:27...

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