Chapter 4Husband Personal Trainer for Her

I changed clothes and put on careful makeup.

Skyline International Apartments was one of the city's most upscale complexes.

I didn't go up right away. Instead, I went to a nearby mall.

I bought the latest model action camera and clipped it to my bag strap.

Then I headed to Derek's gym.

Before I even entered, I heard cheering inside.

"Derek's the man! Those weighted squats—nobody does it like you!"

"Ivy's got an incredible body!"

I pushed open the glass door.

A crowd had gathered in the personal training area.

Derek was lying on a bench press, hands gripping a barbell.

And Ivy was straddling his waist.

With each of Derek's movements, she rose and fell, making sounds that would make anyone blush.

"Coach, faster~"

The woman's voice was unbearably seductive.

"Can't handle this already?"

The man's voice was low and amused, dripping with flirtation and wildness.

The male trainers and clients around them whistled.

Derek's face was flushed red, his eyes filled with enjoyment and excitement.

This wasn't fitness training. This was public foreplay.

I stood outside the crowd, coldly watching the scene.

Someone noticed me.

"Hey, isn't that Derek's wife?"

Derek's movements faltered. He nearly dropped the barbell.

Ivy turned to see me. Instead of getting off, she wrapped her arms around Derek's neck and raised her chin at me in challenge.

"Oh, look who's here. Derek's giving me core training. Want to try it too?"

Derek frantically pushed Ivy off and sat up.

"Mara, what are you doing here?"

He wiped his sweat, eyes darting away.

"Didn't you say you were resting at home?"

I walked over, looking at Ivy's face—full of collagen but written all over with desire.

"I came to bring you lunch."

I held up my thermos. "I was worried you were working too hard and not eating enough."

Ivy burst out laughing.

"Bringing lunch? Girl, what is this, elementary school? A beast like Derek needs protein, not your watery soup."

She reached out and poked Derek's chest.

"Right, Derek? You just said earlier that after having the imported protein powder I bought you, your stamina got way better."

Derek looked around awkwardly and grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the break room.

"Enough. Don't make a scene. People are watching."

Once in the break room, he flung my hand away, his expression darkening.

"Mara, what exactly are you trying to do? Come here to sabotage me on purpose?"

"Bringing you lunch is sabotaging you?"

I looked at him. "But her riding on top of you and moaning—that's bringing you honor?"

"That was a training movement! Glute bridges! Do you understand anything?"

Derek hissed in a low voice.

"In front of all those clients, you show up with that dead face—you know how embarrassing that was for me?"

"Embarrassing?"

"Your pride comes from having female clients ride on top of you?"

"Shut up!"

Derek pointed at my nose.

"Ivy's a rich kid. Her family's loaded. What leaks through her fingers is enough to keep us comfortable! That's just her personality. Can't you just turn a blind eye?"

"Turn a blind eye and wait for her to move in?"

"You're impossible!"

Derek spun around in frustration.

"Mara, look at yourself. What do you have that compares to her? She's young, beautiful, knows how to flirt, knows how to have fun. And you? You're lifeless all day, dressed like a middle-aged woman. I'm embarrassed to take you anywhere!"

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning.

Middle-aged woman?

Who was it that used to say he loved my bare face the most?

Who said I looked better without makeup than all those "cheap sluts"?

Turns out, when love dies, even breathing is wrong.

Just then, the break room door was pushed open.

Ivy leaned against the doorframe.

"Derek, don't be angry. If you damage your health, who's going to train with me?"

She walked in, completely ignoring my presence, and handed water directly to Derek's lips.

"Have some water and calm down. She's older, probably going through menopause. Gets sensitive easily. You need to be understanding."

Derek took the water and drank from her hand, his anger dissipating, replaced by an ingratiating smile.

"You're so understanding, Ivy."

Ivy turned to look at me, her eyes full of contempt.

"Did you hear that? Men need to be coaxed. Being aggressive like this will only push him further away."

"By the way, are we still on for fixing the plumbing tonight? I've been preparing for so long."

Her gaze swept over Derek's lower body.

Derek coughed dryly, glanced at me guiltily, then said to Ivy:

"Yes, of course. When have I ever broken a promise to you?"

My heart turned to ice.

Right in front of me, he was openly flirting and making hookup plans.

I set the thermos on the table.

"Fine. Since you need to fix plumbing, I won't disturb you."

I turned to leave.

Behind me came Ivy's triumphant laughter: "Take care, bye now~"

Derek didn't chase after me.

I walked out of the gym into blinding sunlight.

I touched the camera on my bag strap. The red light kept blinking.

Perfect.

Derek. Ivy. I'll repay every humiliation you've given me, with interest.