The Light of My Life

I never would've imagined I would be the one to deliver protection product to Edgar Graham and his female subordinate. I get to witness him cheating on me. I even politely tell the mistress, "Here's your order. Please give me a good rating."

Just moments ago, I accepted a delivery order. My task was to pick up the order from the drugstore and deliver it to Jubilee Heights, a gated community. I was about a mile away from the drop-off location when I saw the order details.

The customer, Ms. Irina Upton, had purchased special protection product and added a note, saying, "Please deliver it within 30 minutes. You'll be getting an additional tip. Thanks."

It was noon. Were they in such a rush?

I recently started working as a delivery person, keeping it a secret from my husband, Edgar Graham. It was now my fifth day on the job, and I'd gotten accustomed to the delivery process.

After riding the electric scooter for about 15 minutes, I arrived at Jubilee Heights. The security guards didn't stop me, so I rode right to the delivery address—Block 18, Unit 802. I was familiar with this unit. Edgar and I once rented it seven years ago.

When I knocked on the door, it was answered almost immediately. The first thing that I saw was an extremely familiar blue shirt. Its buttons were undone, and it hung askew on its wearer, who wore the face that greeted me each morning.

Five hours ago, the owner of that face had given me a loving kiss and said, "I'm heading off to work now. Love you, Celia…"

But now, he was standing in someone else's house with a young, attractive woman nestled in his arms, her own wrapped around his waist.

Both of them turned to me at the same time.

I froze up, my mind going blank. For a few seconds, it felt as if the world had disappeared around me.

"Is that my order?"

The woman's voice pulled me back to reality.

Holding in the shock I felt, I glanced at Edgar. He didn't recognize me. I was wearing my yellow delivery uniform with a face mask and a cap. He wouldn't have expected me to turn up here.

"Hello. Are you Ms. Irina Upton who placed an order to be delivered to Block 18, Unit 802?" I asked, purposely disguising my voice.

"Yeah, that's me."

"Here's your order. Please give me a good rating," I said robotically before swiftly turning away, afraid that I might burst into tears if I stuck around any longer.

Confronted with evidence of Edgar cheating on me, I instinctively chose to flee. Even I had to scorn myself for being so pathetic.

When my mind went into freeze mode for those few seconds, all I could think about was my four-year-old son, Nate Graham. I needed to keep my wits about me.

After leaving the building, I sat on a bench in the garden out front and