I checked the door camera footage, and my heart shattered—just two nights ago, my fiancé had snuck another woman into our apartment. Scrubbing through more clips, I saw them together repeatedly. This wasn’t a mistake; it was a pattern.Shaking,
I called the pizza place and asked for the delivery guy. When he answered, he hesitated before saying, “I’ve seen him do this before—with other women.”That was all I needed to hear. I packed my things and left. When my fiancé returned, he found an empty apartment and a note: “I know everything. Hope she was worth it.”Thanks to a stranger’s warning, I escaped a life built on lies.
