"The Receipts Were in the Wings"

Let me tell you about the time I found out my boyfriend was cheating… because he forgot to delete a DoorDash receipt.

So I was dating this guy named Darius. Fine, charming, said “Grand Rising” instead of good morning—which should’ve been my first red flag. But whatever, I was in my soft era and decided to give him a chance.

We’d been together for about six months. He was over all the time, cooked occasionally (he made the driest salmon I’ve ever tasted, but he tried), and had even met my sister. Everything seemed solid… until Wing Night.

Now let me explain something—Darius loved wings. Like, unhealthy obsession. Every Wednesday, he’d go to this one sports bar with his “boys” and order the same thing: lemon pepper wet, extra crispy, side of ranch, and a Hennessy on the rocks.

One particular Wednesday, I texted him around 7 p.m. like,

“Enjoy Wing Night, babe! Don’t drink too much.”

He hit me back with a “Thanks, love ❤️ I’ll call you after.”

Cool.

I’m chilling, watching Netflix, minding my business. Then I get a DoorDash notification. At first I think it’s mine—but no… it’s HIS.

Turns out, we had linked our accounts one time to share promo codes, and I was still logged into his.

Guess what he ordered?

• Lemon pepper wet

• Extra crispy

• Side of ranch

• And a slice of red velvet cake

TO A WHOLE DIFFERENT ADDRESS.

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Now I’m not crazy—okay, I’m a little crazy—but I didn’t say anything right away. I took a screenshot, sat on it, and waited.

He called me at 11 like clockwork, talking about,

“Babe, we had a wild night. My boy Marcus took five shots and tried to race a Tesla on foot.”

I said, “Oh wow… you must’ve worked up an appetite.”

He’s like, “Nah, I didn’t eat much.”

At that point, I knew he was lying because DoorDash said order completed at 7:43 p.m. I could practically hear the wet lemon pepper lies dripping through the phone.

So the next day, I did what any reasonable woman would do.

I put on my best outfit, pulled my hair into a slick bun, and showed up at that address.

Guess who opened the door?

His ex. In a robe.

She looked confused, like, “Can I help you?”

I said, “Yeah, just dropping off something for Darius.”

I handed her a gift bag with a note inside. She opened it, read it, and looked shook.

Inside was the DoorDash receipt…

AND a framed photo of Darius and me kissing on Valentine’s Day.

She looked at me like she just saw the season finale of a show she didn’t know she was in.

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Now fast forward two hours later. Darius calls me blowing up my phone like,

“Why would you go to her house? That’s so disrespectful!”

I said, “What’s disrespectful is you sending my favorite wings to your ex. That’s betrayal with extra ranch.”

He tried to gaslight me like, “It wasn’t even like that, we were just catching up, and I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

Sir… you sent red velvet cake. Nobody sends cake to their ex “just to catch up.”

Needless to say, I blocked him.

She dumped him.

And two weeks later, Marcus—the one who raced the Tesla—slid in my DMs and said, ‘I always knew you deserved better.’

Now me and Marcus go to Wing Night.

And he lets me order first.

Moral of the story?

Never share your DoorDash login.

And if you do… check the order history before he checks your heart.

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