The Delivery Guy At Her Hotel

My fiancée demanded thirty grand before she’d marry me. To raise the cash as fast as possible, I worked day shifts at the clinic and delivered orders on DoorDash all night. Eventually, I scraped together the thirty grand. Then her family moved the goalposts—now they needed eighty grand. I agreed without missing a beat. Then, the day I left, they changed their tune again: no wedding until I saved enough to buy her brother a house. I said yes to everything and told them to throw the most lavish wedding possible. On the wedding day, Chloe called me in tears, sobbing and asking why I hadn't shown up. I watched the sunset over the beach in Hawaii, taking a slow, refreshing sip of fresh coconut water. "You probably don't know this," I chuckled. "The delivery guy who brought condoms to your hotel room that night? That was me." "Hi, delivery!" At ten at night, I knocked on the hotel room door. I was supposed to head home early, but Chloe had texted saying she was doing extra sets at the gym, so I picked up a few more delivery runs. The door swung open. A buff, shirtless guy stood in the doorway, a towel barely wrapped around his waist. He didn't bother hiding anything, and through the open door, I caught sight of a floor littered with sex toys. I handed him the bag, and as our eyes met, his face struck me as strangely familiar. Before I could place it, he caught me staring. He glared at me, annoyed. "What are you looking at?" He turned and slammed the door shut. But in that split second before it clicked, my eyes locked onto a pair of high heels sitting right behind him. My breath caught in my throat. Those heels were identical to the designer ones I'd bought Chloe for her birthday. My mind cleared instantly. It hit me. That guy—I’d seen him once before. Wasn't he the personal trainer from Chloe's fitness studio? A buzzing explosion erupted in my head. A sick feeling crept up my spine. I hurried down to the front desk. On the lobby security monitor, an hour earlier, Chloe and that same trainer had walked into the hotel arm in arm, laughing and looking sickeningly intimate. And an hour ago was the exact moment Chloe texted me saying her workout was running late and she'd be home past midnight. So this was the "extra workout" she was talking about. A tiny sliver of me had hoped it was just an awful coincidence, but reality hit me across the face like a brick. I shook with pure rage. I had been working myself to the bone, pulling double shifts just to marry her. And behind my back, she was sleeping with her gym trainer? A thought struck me, and I snapped my gaze toward the receptionist. "Who paid for their room?" Seeing the look on my face, the receptionist hesitated. "The lady paid..." In an instant, my thoughts tangled into a suffocating knot. The agony was overwhelming, mixed with complete helplessness. Chloe had claimed she was terrified of workplace harassment, which was why she hadn't held a job since college. For years, I had supported her entirely. Which meant she was using my hard-earned money to sleep with another man. Before tonight, I hadn't even touched her, all because she insisted that our "most sacred night" had to be saved for our wedding day. Watching me stand there in shock, the receptionist asked curiously, "Who is she to you?" I gritted my teeth, squeezing the words through a clenched jaw: "My fiancée." Her eyes went wide, and she blurted out, "Oh! But they come here several times a week. I thought..." She realized what she’d said and slapped a hand over her mouth, her gaze instantly turning to pity. My fury boiled over. I stormed back up to the room. Yet just as I reached the door, the sounds drifting from inside froze me dead in my tracks. "Ah! Right there..." "Is this enough for you, baby?" My face darkened. I didn't break down the door. I desperately wanted to kick it open and drag their filth into the light. But cold logic took over. Catching them like this would let Chloe off way too easy. Besides, all the wedding savings were currently sitting in her bank account. She betrayed me. She was going to pay for every single penny of it.I never imagined Chloe would cheat. She was always the one preaching about cherishing someone who truly loved her. And I had practically ripped my heart out of my chest and handed it to her. We met in college. The first time I saw her, she was sitting alone on a campus bench, sobbing uncontrollably. Everyone walked past, giving her weird looks. I handed her a pack of tissues and sat with her on that bench for the entire afternoon. As the sun began to set, she suddenly opened up about her family. She said her parents not only forced her to cover her own tuition, but also demanded she pay her younger brother’s living expenses. The pressure had finally broken her. That evening, with her eyes red and swollen, she looked at me, a complete stranger, and said, "You know what? Nobody in that house loves me. I'm just an extra mouth they never wanted..." I felt deep sympathy for her because I only had my mom growing up. After that day, we saw each other often. I was always there to comfort her, and we naturally grew closer. Back then, in my eyes, she was the most resilient girl I had ever known. The day I confessed my feelings, she buried her face in my chest and cried happy tears. "You have to promise to love me forever and ever," she had pleaded. To make up for the love she never got at home, I spoiled her rotten. Whenever she envied other girls' luxuries, I worked extra shifts for a week straight just to buy her a designer bag. After we moved in together, I was the one who woke up early every single morning to cook her breakfast. I pampered her palate until she refused to eat takeout. Even after she stopped working, I was the one footing the bill for her brother Austin's college tuition. Through it all, no matter how bratty or moody she got, I never once lost my temper with her. Three years had passed since graduation. She said she longed for a real family, so I decided to propose. Her parents, however, demanded thirty thousand dollars before they’d ever let her marry me. For years, I scrimped and saved every dime. And just when I finally reached thirty grand, I uncovered this sick betrayal. It chilled me to the bone. At least I hadn't married her yet. I lay awake in bed, tossing and turning until the early hours of the morning when I heard the front door click open. In the dark, Chloe crawled onto the mattress. Assuming I was fast asleep, she gently lifted my arm. Sleeping with her head rested on my arm was a habit she’d had for years. As she leaned in, a faint whiff of tobacco smoke hit my nose. I didn't smoke. In fact, she had always claimed to despise the smell of cigarettes. I pulled my arm back. In the darkness, her voice sounded pleasantly surprised. "Can't sleep without me beside you, huh?" I caught her hand before she could flick on the lamp, my tone flat. "You're back late." She brushed it off lightly. "I told you, I had an extra-hard training session tonight. I'm completely wiped out." "I know you waited a long time. How about some kisses to make it up to you?"Her other hand reached up to stroke my face, but I shoved it away. She visibly stiffened. "Chloe, transfer that twenty-five grand back to my account tomorrow. It's payday, and I'm going to the bank to pull it all out in cash." She went quiet for a moment. "It's the same whether it sits in my account or yours. Why bother taking out cash? It makes no difference." I sat up, turning my head to look at her in the dim light, my voice casual. "Well, my sweet Chloe spends money a little too fast. I'm just worried you won't be able to control yourself." Usually, if I teased her like that, she’d playfully hit my arm. But this time, irritation edged into her voice. "What's that supposed to mean? So what if I spend a little of your money? Don't you love me anymore?" Her voice trembled as if she were about to burst into tears. Swallowing down my disgust, I pulled her against my chest. "Of course I do," I whispered lightly. "Why so touchy? It’s not like you're keeping a side piece outside, right?" Her entire body froze solid. A second later, she shoved me off with all her strength. I couldn't see her expression in the dark, but I knew it had to be hideous. "What is your problem?!" she screamed at me, hysteria in her voice. "You're crossing the line! How dare you insult me like that! I hate you!" People always fly off the handle when their guilt gets exposed. She jumped off the bed and stormed into the guest room. In the past, whenever she threw a tantrum, she’d lock herself away, and I’d rush over within minutes to beg for forgiveness. Not this time. Lying in the same bed with her made my skin crawl. I lay back down and reached over to the nightstand, grabbing her phone. Her passcode was the same as mine. I unlocked it and checked her bank and PayPal balances. The more I scrolled, the colder my heart grew. Over the past three years, the money I had sent her easily exceeded thirty thousand dollars. Because she didn't want to work, I covered all her daily expenses on top of our rent. Yet across all her accounts, there was barely fifteen thousand left. Then I opened her SnapChat messages with her trainer, Hunter. What I saw made my blood boil. The latest message was a shirtless picture of Hunter flexing his abs. Chloe had replied with a flirty emoji, followed by an eight-hundred-dollar transfer via PayPal. She wrote: "You really know how to please me. Here’s a little reward." My hands trembled uncontrollably. I scrolled further back through their history and discovered she had been funneling money to him for months. No wonder she panicked so badly earlier. This wasn't just an affair—she was his sugar mommy with my cash. The earliest money transfer dated back six months. I used my own phone to photograph every single receipt, text, and transaction, then placed her phone back exactly as I found it. Neither of them was getting away with this. Chloe had rewarded him with so much of my money; it was time Hunter tasted the consequences.The next morning, I made breakfast as usual. Then I walked over to the guest room door, holding a designer purse I had originally bought to surprise her for our upcoming anniversary. "Chloe, I bought you a new bag. Don't be mad anymore. It was my fault." Sure enough, the door opened almost immediately. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the bag. She snatched it from my hands, her tone softening slightly. "Hmph. Next time, a single purse won't get you off the hook." After breakfast, I handed her a thermos filled with homemade chicken soup. "Your favorite chicken soup." Chloe took it. "Now that's more like it. Drive me to the gym first, then you can head to work." "Sure," I replied, feeling surprisingly calm. Because I knew with absolute certainty that this soup would end up in Hunter’s stomach. Chloe had told me years ago that she hated chicken, yet she didn't even notice I had "forgotten." When we pulled up to the fitness center, I offered to walk her upstairs, but she immediately shot me down. I hadn't actually wanted to walk her in; I just wanted to show my face so that when things blew up, no one could spin it like I was the secret side piece. Just then, a voice called out nearby. "Chloe? Why aren't you heading up yet?" "Trainer Hunter! You're early today!" Chloe greeted him with familiar warmth, excitement practically dripping from her voice. Hunter held a small white paper bag, which he casually handed to her. His sizing-up gaze drifted over to me. I wasn't worried he’d recognize me—I had been wearing a face mask when I delivered the condoms to his hotel door. "Is he your Uber driver?" I paused, looking down at my simple, casual clothes. Compared to Chloe, who was decked out in high-end athletic wear and makeup, we looked like people from entirely different social classes. Chloe barely glanced at me, showing zero intention of correcting him. I looked at Hunter, ready to speak up, but Chloe abruptly shoved the white bag into my hands. Her voice turned sharp and hurried. "Why are you still standing around? I'm heading up. Take this with you and don't just stare like an idiot." Before I could answer, she spun on her heel and walked into the building side-by-side with her trainer. I stood there quietly for a moment, then opened the bag. Inside were the exact heels I had seen outside Hunter's hotel room that night. My eyes turned ice-cold. I picked up the bag with two fingers and dropped it straight into the nearest trash can. Then I drove to the wellness clinic for my shift. I was so distracted all day that my manager told me to take off early. Sitting in my car, I had no desire to go home. After a moment's thought, I sent Chloe a message, asking her to wire the wedding funds back to me. Two minutes passed with no reply. By this hour, her workout session had ended long ago.After waiting a while, I started the engine. Just as I pulled into our apartment complex, Chloe’s call came through. Her voice was sickeningly sweet, laced with feigned confusion. "What's the big rush, babe? What's yours is mine anyway. It’s safer sitting in my savings account. Why bother taking it out in cash?" "Besides, you're going to spend it on me eventually, right?" In the past, whenever she used that baby voice, I’d cave instantly. Now, knowing where every dime had actually gone, all I felt was disgust. "We'll talk when I get home," I said curtly. She hesitated on the other end, and when she spoke again, her tone turned conspiratorial and playful. "Babe, are you almost back? Why don't you pick something up on your way? I have a surprise waiting for you!" "What is it?" She giggled softly. "You know... condoms." I slammed on the brakes, pulling the car to the curb. The second I asked for the money, she pulled this stunt. A guilty conscience, plain and simple. Suddenly, she was no longer saving her purity for our wedding night. Then something clicked, and I let out a dry, cold scoff. Hunter had probably drank my special herbal chicken soup, which meant he wasn't able to perform. Frustrated, she turned to me. The mere thought of her made me nauseous. What was even more pathetic was that I had sent her practically every spare cent I earned. The cash in my wallet wasn't even enough to buy a pack of condoms. I texted her back, saying I had been assigned an emergency out-of-town business trip for work. She complained for a minute or two, but didn't press the matter. I turned the car around and drove over to visit my mom. My unexpected visit caught my mom off guard. When she saw me standing at the door alone, she frowned. "Chloe didn't come with you?" My mom had always adored Chloe. She had even gifted her an heirloom bracelet passed down through our family. Whenever Chloe's parents demanded money, my mom never uttered a word of complaint. After a moment of silence, I decided to tell her the whole truth. The news hit her like a freight train. Shock, pain, and anger flashed across her face, before settling into a long, heavy sigh. Looking at me, her eyes were filled with heartache. "What are you going to do now, sweetie?" "Don't worry, Mom. I've got a plan to handle it." My mom nodded quietly and let me do what I needed to do. I stayed with her for several days, letting my head clear. After a week, I decided to head back and check on the situation. During the entire seven days I was gone, Chloe hadn't called me once. She had undoubtedly spent every waking hour with Hunter. What I didn't expect, however, was that she had the audacity to bring him into our home.The moment I unlocked the front door, a strange scent hit my nose. Walking into the living room, I noticed a pair of men's athletic sneakers by the entryway—shoes I’d never seen before. My breath hitched. I turned toward the closed master bedroom door. Stepping closer, muffled voices leaked through the wood. Chloe's voice sounded whiny and frustrated. "I literally brought you to my place! Isn't that thrilling enough for you?" Then came a man's confused, annoyed voice. "I don't get it either. I even took pills, but it's just not working like before..." "Maybe we should try doing it outside next time?" Chloe sighed impatiently. "Whatever. Next time." "BAM!" I kicked the door wide open. The sight inside struck like a lightning bolt, shattering the last shred of my restraint. Both of them froze in sheer terror. Chloe's face instantly drained of color, turning as white as a sheet. The rage I had suppressed for days erupted entirely. I lunged forward, grabbed Hunter by the neck, threw him to the floor, and smashed my fist into his face again and again. Scrambling into her clothes, Chloe threw herself over him, wrapping her arms around me. "Stop hitting him! It's all my fault!" I tried to shove her off, but she clung tighter, sobbing hysterically. "Hunter, run! Get out of here!" Hearing her protect him like that sent my heart plummeting straight to the bottom of an icy ocean. My hands slowly dropped. Hunter scrambled to pull up his pants and bolted out the door in sheer panic. Only then did Chloe let go of me. Yet the very first words out of her mouth were an accusation. "Blake, even if I made a mistake, you had no right to beat him like that! If you hadn't been so obsessed with making money and actually spent time with me, would I have ever done something like this?!" I stared at her in utter disbelief. For the first time in our relationship, I screamed at her. "Who the hell was I working myself to death for?!" Chloe trembled, collapsing at my feet. Tears streamed down her face in a display of pathetic, desperate remorse. "Blake, please, it was only this one time! Forgive me, please? We can go register our marriage tomorrow..." Her eyes were red and swollen, tears staining her cheeks, looking every bit the victim. If I hadn't seen the truth with my own eyes days ago, I might have actually fallen for her performance. I let out a long breath, closing my eyes in exhaustion. Her weeping echoed in my ears. After what felt like an eternity, I heard my own steady voice break the silence. "Fine. Let's get married." It was high time I paid her family a proper visit.