My Husband Cheated With The Delivery Guy

Veronica and Kyren were both driven by career ambition, often pushing themselves to the brink for their work. They poured most of their energy into their jobs, and in the six months since their wedding, they frequently found themselves skipping meals due to late hours, returning home completely drained.

To accommodate their hectic schedules, ordering takeout became an essential part of their routine. Interestingly, Veronica noticed that the delivery was always handled by the same youthful, charming delivery guy, who looked almost like a teenager. She couldn't help but wonder about the odds of her orders always landing with him—it felt like some kind of cosmic joke.

Based solely on his appearance, he could easily be mistaken for a minor. During each delivery, as she gazed at his fresh-faced look, she always offered a warm smile and a soft thank you. He never responded verbally, but occasionally their eyes would lock for a fleeting moment. There was something about his eyes—like a serene lake—calm and soothing, making each shared glance feel like a moment of silent understanding.

Lately, when he handed over the delivery of pulled pork sandwiches and spiced honey cake, their fingers would lightly brush. Whether intentional or not, she hadn't thought much of it at first. Yet, on this quiet evening, his image lingered in her mind, each gesture exaggerated, recalling the gentle touch of his long fingers brushing against her palm.

She mentally scolded herself, shaking her head to banish the intrusive thoughts. This was precisely why she'd started asking Kyren to pick up the deliveries. Whether or not those tiny touches were on purpose, they left her feeling uncomfortable.

However, Kyren's recent behavior had made her increasingly suspicious.