Her Secret Mission at the Gym

My wife recently got obsessed with working out and even hired a Black personal trainer to help tone her body. Because of this, she was leaving early and coming home late every day, often sporting strange marks on her skin. I couldn't help but get suspicious. Until one day, I had a DoorDash delivery to her gym. That was when I finally uncovered the secret between my wife and that trainer! Around noon, I picked up an order with a drop-off location right at my wife's gym. Seeing the address pumped me with energy. It was the perfect excuse to drop in and see her. My wife's name is Chloe. She's twenty-eight, drop-dead gorgeous, with a tiny waist, long legs, and killer curves in all the right places. Strangely enough, in the five years we'd been married, she had never stepped foot in a gym. Even when I suggested going for a jog, she'd make up every excuse in the book. Yet recently, she practically lived at this fitness center. Every time she headed out, she looked thrilled, even taking time off work for it. It completely baffled me. Once, when I asked her about it, she wrapped her arms around my neck and blushed softly. "I'm just prepping my body for when we have a baby. Getting in shape boosts my fertility, and it means having a healthier pregnancy." "Plus, I want to bounce back fast after giving birth. I don't want to lose my figure and end up looking like a walking barrel." Her words melted my heart on the spot. Neither of us was getting any younger. If we didn't start a family soon, it would only get harder down the road. I'd brought it up to Chloe multiple times before, but she'd always put it off. She kept saying raising a kid was expensive and that we needed to save up first. I never expected her to take the initiative and prepare for it like this. Touched and overjoyed, I resolved to hustle even harder so my wife and our future baby could have the best life possible. Arriving at Iron Peak Fitness, I eagerly scanned the floor and finally spotted her by a treadmill. Drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, she had clearly just stepped off. I crept up behind her to give her a surprise, but the next second, I froze solid. A ripped, muscular Black man walked over to Chloe. He eyed my wife greedily with an undisguised, brazen stare, and then smacked her firm ass hard with his giant hand. Chloe was stunning to begin with, and after years of our comfortable marriage, she radiated an even deeper, mature allure. Her figure rivaled that of a professional runway model, holding an irresistible pull for almost any man. Still, I never imagined this trainer would be so bold. Just as I was about to storm over and confront him, something broke me. Instead of getting angry, my wife leaned into it. She took his massive hand, placed it on her waist, and smiled shyly under his burning gaze. Watching this intimate display, rage exploded inside my chest. I roared, "What the hell are you doing?!" Hearing my voice, Chloe flinched. She spun around, eyes wide in disbelief. "Babe? Wh... what are you doing here?" She instantly pulled her hand away, stepping back from the trainer, looking thoroughly guilty and rattled. Furious fire surged through my veins. A guy slaps a woman's ass, and instead of slapping him back, she welcomes it? What did that mean? It meant their relationship was anything but professional! Needless to say, I was being cheated on! Chloe's panicked expression only confirmed that she had something dirty to hide! "If I hadn't showed up, would I ever have caught you two playing house? Speak! How far has this gone?!" Chloe panicked, grabbing my hand and stammering incoherently. "Babe, it's not what you think! Let me explain! Malik is just my personal trainer! There is nothing going on between us, I swear!" At that moment, Malik stepped in front of Chloe and shoved me back. He looked down at me with pure disdain. "What's there to explain? If this punk trusts you so little, just divorce him already." "With those scrawny arms and legs, he probably can't even satisfy you. Honestly, where he finishes is just where I get started." Chloe's face drained of color. "Malik! Shut up!" Seeing his arrogant smirk pushed me over the edge. I grabbed the hot food container in my hands and slammed it straight into his face. The piping hot soup sent him leaping into the air, howling in pain. Seizing the opening, I threw a punch that knocked him flat onto the floor. But just as I lunged forward to beat him senseless, Chloe grabbed me and dragged me back with all her strength. "Brian, are you out of your mind?! I told you there's nothing between Malik and me! Why won't you believe me? Why are you attacking people?!" "Look at you right now! You're acting like a rabid dog!"Chloe glared at me with pure disappointment, then dropped to her knees to carefully help Malik up. Seeing Malik groaning in pain, her eyes filled with genuine concern. She was the one cheating on me, yet somehow I was the bad guy. As my wife, she was actively defending another man, sending my blood pressure through the roof. I let out a bitter, furious laugh. "Chloe, what kind of trainer grabs a client's ass? What kind of trainer urges someone to get a divorce and spews filthy trash like that?!" "And you still claim you two are clean? Do you think I'm deaf and blind?!" Chloe lunged forward and slapped me across the face. "He's just candid! What's the big deal?!" "He only tapped my back to remind me to engage my core while running! I can't believe your dirty mind twisted it into something disgusting! Brian, when you have a dirty heart, everything looks filthy to you. I am so disappointed in you!" Hearing the commotion, several women working out nearby couldn't watch any longer and chimed in, defending Malik. "Malik is an elite trainer, a total professional. Watch it, or he'll sue you for defamation!" "I saw everything clearly. Malik was touching her back! You have a gutter mind, you're humiliating all of us!" Bombarded by their accusations, I stood stunned. A wave of self-doubt washed over me. Had I really misread the situation? Had I completely misunderstood them? One person might see it wrong, but not everyone. Maybe the stress from dashing day in and day out had messed with my head, making me see things... A real man owns up to his mistakes. I immediately apologized to my wife. Chloe glared at me, eyes blazing. "What's the point of apologizing to me? The one you owe an apology to is Malik!" Feeling thoroughly in the wrong, I turned apologetically toward Malik. But before I could get a word out, he started screaming. "Get lost! I'm not accepting your damn apology!" "I'm pressing charges! I'll make sure you pay for what you did!" Malik shot me a venomous glare, shook off Chloe's hand, and stormed out in a huff. "Malik, wait!" Panicking, Chloe rushed after him. Now I was genuinely terrified. Looking at how things played out, I really had jumped to conclusions. I had falsely accused him and beaten him up. If he filed a police report, I could end up in jail. A criminal record would ruin my entire life. Regret flooded over me for my reckless temper. I tried to run after them to apologize, but the women from the gym circled me, pointing fingers and scolding me. It took everything I had just to break free. By the time I got outside, both of them were long gone. I frantically dialed Chloe's phone. It took three or four attempts before she finally picked up. "Brian, do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused me?! Go home right now and wait until I get back to deal with you!" "Malik, wait up... slow down... mgh~" Before I could say a word, the line went dead. Why was her voice so ragged and breathless? She sounded rushed, panting heavily. Was she chasing after Malik? I waited at home until past nine o'clock before Chloe finally walked through the door. Exhaustion was written all over her face. She held her lower back, limping painfully, with two distinct bruises visible on her legs. On her neck were several faint red marks. Shock seized me. "Babe, what happened to you?"A flicker of panic flashed across Chloe's eyes before vanishing just as quickly. She shot me a resentful glare. "It's all your fault!" "I had to swallow my pride and chase after him to apologize for you! I had to take him to urgent care, treat him to dinner..." "On my way back, bugs ate me alive, and I tripped and fell several times! You made my whole day a living nightmare!" Her voice shook with anger and grievance, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. Seeing her bruised and battered appearance, my guilt multiplied tenfold. I cursed myself for being so reckless. Heartbroken for putting her through this, I pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry, babe. It's all on me. I made you suffer. I'll go find Malik tomorrow and settle this myself." Chloe pushed me away forcefully, scowling. "Apologize? Malik despises you right now! Do you want to escalate this and get yourself locked up? Leave the apologizing to me. He's a gentleman at heart, he won't take it out on a woman. As for you, just focus on your deliveries and stop causing me trouble, please!" Over the next few days, I channeled my guilt into work, taking on as many orders as possible to earn top driver bonuses so I could spoil my wife. Yet ever since Chloe took it upon herself to make amends with Malik, she was gone from sunrise to sundown. Every evening she returned completely wiped out—either complaining of aching hips and lower back, or sore feet and knees. Those red marks on her neck never seemed to fade. Sometimes she'd leave the house wearing pantyhose, only to come back with bare legs. Whenever I asked, she'd dodge the questions, stammering vaguely and changing the subject. A deep, gnawing unease began to consume me. I asked her how the reconciliation with Malik was progressing. Chloe snapped impatiently, "Stay out of it! Just do your deliveries! After what you did to him, do you think forgiveness happens overnight? Seriously!" I fell silent, an undeniable dread settling in my gut. She was hiding something from me. After tossing and turning, I decided I had to confront Malik face-to-face. The next afternoon, I headed back to Iron Peak Fitness. When I arrived, Malik was nowhere to be seen. Chloe was missing too. Just then, a muscular gym regular walked up to me. Recognizing me from the brawl a few days ago, he gave a nod and asked what brought me back. Feeling suffocated and desperate to vent, I ended up spilling the whole story to him. Pity immediately filled his eyes as he dropped a bombshell on me. "Man, you've been played. You didn't missee anything the other day. Malik definitely grabbed your wife's ass, not her back." My jaw dropped. "What? I wasn't seeing things? Then why did all those women swear I was wrong...?" The guy scoffed. "Those chicks are obsessed with him. Half of them are sleeping with Malik." "They don't care about the truth. If you mess with Malik, they'll back him up blindly. And your wife? She's part of his harem now." The words struck me like a bolt of lightning. "Th-that's impossible..." "Lately, your wife and Malik have been practically glued at the hip. Acting all lovey-dovey like a fresh couple, super touchy." "Actually, I just overheard them saying they were heading to the Rose Boutique Hotel. Go check it out yourself if you want to know whether I'm lying." My mind buzzed violently. The Rose Boutique Hotel was the most infamous lovers' motel in the district. Why they were going there needed no explanation! Stumbling out of the gym in a daze, I raced toward the motel without a second thought. And sure enough, across the street, I spotted Malik and Chloe! They were linked together like a real couple, whispering, giggling, and strolling straight through the motel doors. The sight shattered the last shred of my sanity. I grabbed a stray brick from the roadside and charged forward!