Her Postpartum Gym Affair

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My wife Rachel had just given birth not long ago, and she was rushing off to the gym.

I ruined my body giving you a child, and you won't even let me go to the gym?

Ignoring my attempts to stop her, Rachel slammed the door and left.

I was only worried about her being weak after just giving birth.

I knew Rachel was a fitness fanatic, but I couldn't just let her do whatever she wanted right after delivery.

As it happened, I had business to discuss with the gym owner, so I could drop by and check on her.

Who would have thought I'd see Rachel through the window, dressed provocatively and nestled in some young man's arms.

"I've missed you so much these past few months."

"You just gave birth and you're already here to see me. Does your husband know?"

"So what if he knows? I told him I'm here to work out. He has no idea. Let's keep going with our session."

The two were in an intimate position, their movements full of desire.

With a cold expression, I dialed Rachel's number.

The phone rang for a long time before she answered.

I stood outside the gym's floor-to-ceiling windows, watching Rachel lean into that young trainer's embrace, laughing happily.

One of his hands wrapped around her waist, while the other roamed inappropriately over her post-pregnancy belly that hadn't yet recovered.

"Scott, I've missed you so much these past few months."

"Rachel, you just gave birth and you're already here to see me. Does your husband really know?"

"So what if he knows? I told him I'm here to work out. He doesn't know I came to see you."

The two acted as if no one else existed. She wore a sports bra and tight yoga pants, practically draping her entire body over him.

Yet just a month ago, she had been holding my hand in the delivery room, saying childbirth was too hard and painful.

This was my eighth time calling. She finally pulled out her phone from her bag, glanced at it, and frowned impatiently.

The trainer reached out to decline the call for her, but she stopped him.

"Don't. It's him."

"Your husband?"

He sneered.

"Great timing. What a buzzkill."

She raised her index finger to her lips in a shushing gesture, then answered the call, her voice instantly switching to sweet and soft mode.

"Hey, did you miss me?"

I stared at her familiar face through the glass window, my throat tightening as I asked.

"Where are you?"

"At the gym, silly. I told you I had an extra session today."

As she spoke, she traced circles on Scott's chest with her finger.

"I was so into my workout, I didn't hear the phone."

"Are you alone?"

"The gym's pretty empty today, but a female trainer is with me. Don't worry."

She gestured toward empty air as if indicating a female trainer. Scott stifled his laughter and leaned in to kiss her earlobe.

"Oh, the trainer's calling me. I missed so much because of the pregnancy, I need to make up for it today. Gotta go. Love you!"

Before I could respond, the line went dead.

Then I watched as the second she hung up, she turned around, hooked her arms around Scott's neck, and they kissed passionately.

Her hands threaded through his hair, his palms slipped under her sports bra.

I headed straight for the gym entrance.

"Oh my! Mr. Gonzalez! We've been waiting for you!"

The gym owner, Guillermo, rushed out to greet me, enthusiastically grabbing my hand.

"For someone of your stature to visit our humble establishmentit's truly an honor!"

I had to stop in my tracks as Guillermo launched into a monologue about their business philosophy, membership growth rates, and equipment upgrade plans.

But I didn't hear a single word. My gaze remained fixed over his shoulder on those two people through the glass.

Guillermo finally noticed something was wrong with my expression and followed my line of sight.

His smile froze on his face.

Guillermo coughed awkwardly.

"Mr. Gonzalez, please excuse this. Our gym has strict policieswe absolutely prohibit inappropriate relationships between trainers and clients. Please wait a moment, I'll handle this right away."

He strode into the gym. Even through the glass, I could hear him shouting.

"What are you two doing?! Put your clothes back on!"

The two jumped apart in a panic, scrambling to separate.

When Guillermo got closer and saw who they were, his anger flared even more.

"You two again? Didn't I just warn you last week?"

Scott sheepishly straightened his clothes while Rachel kept her head down, adjusting her bra straps.

Guillermo spoke in a low voice.

"Both of you better behave. There's a big shot coming to inspect today. If you mess up this investment, you're both fired."

Scott froze.

"Big shotis it that investor you always mention, Mr. Gonzalez?"

Guillermo nodded.

"Yes, he's right outside."

Scott became excited, grabbing Rachel's hand.

"Let us meet him! This is such a rare opportunitywe want to broaden our horizons too!"

After Guillermo went inside, I walked to the street corner and lit a cigarette.

The passionate scene kept replaying in my mind. I felt dizzy. Behind me, I heard the gym door open.

"Where is this big shot?"

Guillermo sounded confused.

"He was just out here. How did he leave so quickly?"

I didn't turn around, standing under the tree with my back to them. I heard Rachel's voice.

"Oh no, did he leave? That's such a shame."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly cried out.

"Ah!"

The sound cut off abruptly. I heard the gym door open and close again. Scott asked, puzzled.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing! Don't ask!"

Scott laughed.

"You couldn't possibly think that guy smoking with his back to us is your husband, could you? That's ridiculous.

Didn't you say your husband's just a broke loser? Look at that guy's back carefullylook at what he's wearing. There's no way that's him."

I exhaled a puff of smoke, just listening to them talk.

"If it really were your husband, he would've rushed in to catch us. Would he just stand there smoking? What kind of nerves would that take?"

Rachel breathed a sigh of relief, her voice returning to normal.

"You're right. He's probably at home taking care of the baby right now."

"Exactly."

Scott lowered his voice, but I could still hear him clearly.

"Your husband probably has no idea to this day that the precious baby he's taking care of so diligently at home is actually ours."

The two of them laughed. I crushed the cigarette in my hand.

Guillermo didn't laugh. He stood at the door looking at these two people, his eyes full of contempt.

"Can you two have some shame? Her husband's at home taking care of the baby, and you're here messing around with someone else. Have you no conscience?"

Rachel pursed her lips without responding. Guillermo shook his head.

"I don't know which poor bastard married you and is raising another man's kid."

I turned my back to them, tossed the crushed cigarette into the trash, and drove away.

Guillermo didn't know that poor bastard was standing ten meters in front of him.

"Alright, alright, get back inside. You two scared the boss away."

"So he left. Big deal."

Scott put his arm around Rachel as they walked back inside.

"It's not that important anyway."

The two chatted and laughed as they returned to the gym.

Guillermo stood at the door sighing, looking around trying to find me.

I didn't give him the chance. I turned and left.

When I got home, the baby was sleeping soundly in the cradle.

I looked at that little face, remembering Scott's wordsthat the child I was caring for at home was actually theirs.

I'd been raising this couple's bastard child for a month.

Then I pulled out my phone and called my mother.

"Mom."

"What's wrong? You don't sound good. Isn't Rachel with you?"

"No, she's at the gym right now."

"How can she go to the gym right after giving birth? She's not taking care of her body at all. That's not acceptable."

I gathered my courage.

"Mom, forget about that. She's been cheating on me. I'm getting a divorce."

My mother sighed. Her voice didn't sound too surprised.

"Gonzalez, I always thought Rachel's character was questionable. Looking back, having you hide your identity was the right call. Otherwise, if she'd come after you for money, it would be even more troublesome."

"I know. I've got it figured out."

"Gonzalez, how do you want to handle this?"

I suddenly smiled.

"Let me handle it myself. I'll make that cheating couple pay the price. This definitely won't end like this."

On the way back, I called a top lawyer and explained the situation.

He asked me.

"Mr. Gonzalez, I understand the situation. How would you like to proceed?"

"I want her to leave with nothing. Not a single penny. That's the baseline."

"Evidence is key."

That night I contacted the best private investigation team in the city. Money wasn't an issuethe issue was speed and accuracy.

Three days later, a file folder landed on my office desk.

The photos were comprehensive: intertwined figures in gym corners, kissing profiles in underground parking garages, even records of them entering and leaving hotels.

Turns out they were college sweethearts who broke up after graduation and married other people.

Who knew that after Rachel married me, she'd run into him again at this very gym.

The investigation report stated: Scott, unmarried fitness trainer, specializing in servicing high-end female clients. Rachel contacted him on the third day after giving birth and met him for the first time on the fifth day.

I laughed coldly. The baby was still nursing, and she was already in another man's bed.

Of course, the child wasn't mine either.

That evening, Rachel came home with an abnormal flush on her face, satisfaction written in the corners of her eyes and brows.

I could tell at a glancethat was what she looked like after having sex with someone else. But I had no interest in exposing her yet.

She used to give me a hug every time she came home. Back then, I felt sweetness in my heart.

Now as she opened her arms to rush toward me, I stepped aside and casually picked up a cup from the coffee table.

She froze for a moment and asked.

"Gonzalez, you didn't come to the gym looking for me today, did you?"

"No."

I lowered my head to drink water, my voice calm.

"Why? Is something wrong?"

She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"Nothing, I was just worried you missed me too much."

She headed toward the bedroom.

"I'm going to nurse the baby. Oh, by the way, there's a college reunion tomorrow. Will you come with me?"

I looked up at her expectant eyes. Only one thought crossed my mind: I'll play along.

"Sure, let's go together."

The next evening, Rachel fussed in front of the mirror for two hours.

She wore a tight dress, put on elaborate makeup, and changed her jewelry several times.

I leaned against the doorframe watching her, remembering how in all our years of marriage, she never dressed up when going out with me. She was always bare-faced.

Turns out it wasn't that she didn't care about beautyI just wasn't worth beautifying herself for.

"Let's go."

She picked up her bag and took my arm.

The reunion was at an upscale restaurant downtown. The private room was large, with a round table seating a dozen or so people.

The moment I walked in, I saw the person sitting in the seat of honorScott.

Today he was dressed up in a shirt, looking presentable as he chatted and laughed with the people next to him.

When he saw us enter, his eyes swept over me, then landed on Rachel's face with a smile.

I understood instantly. Sneaking around behind people's backs wasn't enoughthey wanted to use this reunion to humiliate me in front of everyone.

Rachel let go of my arm and practically skipped over, plopping down in the empty seat next to Scott.

I moved to sit beside her, but just as I took a step, Scott raised his hand to stop me.

"Sorry about this, Gonzalez, but this seat's reserved."

He deliberately put on an apologetic expression and pointed to the last seat.

"You sit over there. The view's better from that end."

The room fell silent for a moment. Someone started snickering.

Rachel kept her head down, fiddling with her phone, pretending not to hear.

I looked at that last seat, then at this cheating couple, and then I smiled too.

"Fine, no problem. A seat's a seat."

I walked to the last seat, sat down, and poured myself some tea. Alright then, let's play this game.

The banquet began.

Inside the private room, glasses clinked as Scott sat in the seat of honor, acting like the host, greeting everyone to eat and drink.

I sat at the far end, calmly picking at my food, just watching them perform.

After a few rounds of drinks, Scott finally steered the conversation to me.

"Gonzalez, I never got a chance to askwhere are you working these days?"

The room fell quiet. A dozen pairs of eyes turned toward me.

I set down my utensils and smiled sheepishly.

"Working is too generous a word. I just do odd jobs here and there. Don't make much money. Basically unemployed."

As soon as I finished speaking, whispers filled the room.

"No way? Rachel was the beauty queen of our department. How did she end up marrying an unemployed guy?"

"That's so tragic. How does Rachel even get by?"

"What do you know? She and Scott were the perfect couple back thenhandsome guy, beautiful girl, such a perfect match. Who knows what Rachel was thinking back then. She must have been blind."

I heard these comments but kept a humble smile on my face.

Scott beamed with joy, raising his glass toward me.

"Gonzalez has such a good attitude. Come on, a toast to you."

Rachel, sitting beside him, never said a single word in my defense.

Not only that, but she picked up her knife and fork and attentively served food to Scott, doing it so naturally and skillfully.

Scott ate with his head down, occasionally looking up at me, his eyes practically overflowing with provocation.

I raised my teacup, took a sip, and continued watching them perform.

After a while, Rachel suddenly stood up with a smile.

"This meal's on me. Everyone eat your fillafter all, it's rare for all us classmates to gather like this."

Everyone cheered about how generous Rachel was.

She turned to look at me, her tone matter-of-fact.

"Gonzalez, go pay the bill in a bit."

I looked at her smiling face and suddenly laughed.

"Sure, I'll pay."

I stood up and headed out. As soon as I closed the door to the private room, I heard Scott's triumphant laughter inside.

"See that? I told you he's a pathetic loser! Does whatever you tell him to!"

Rachel's voice came through, with a hint of mock reproach.

"Keep your voice down. What if he hears?"

Scott laughed even louder.

"So what if he hears? Does he dare come in and hit me? With that pathetic look of his, even if you gave him ten times the courage!"

I didn't keep listening. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.

"You can start now."

The person on the other end acknowledged. I stood in the hallway and lit a cigarette.

I'd barely taken a puff when screams erupted from inside the room.

I pushed the door open to see the massive TV wall in the private room playing photos on a loop.

Intertwined figures in gym corners, kissing profiles in underground parking garages, backs embracing as they entered hotel doors.

Every single one in high definition, every single one clear enough to see both people's faces.

Rachel rushed to the TV like a madwoman, futilely trying to cover the screen with her hands.

"Turn it off!"

The door to the private room stood wide open. Guests from other rooms came over at the commotion. Some pulled out phones to take pictures, others excitedly shouted how exciting this was.

Scott's face had gone white. In his fury, he rushed over to grab my collar.

"You did this, you pathetic loser! I'm going to kill you today!"

His hand never touched me. Another hand grabbed his wrist.

Guillermo appeared at the door out of nowhere, gripping Scott's hand tightly.

"Scott, behave yourself! You're in serious trouble."

Scott was stunned.

"Boss, what are you doing here?"

Guillermo ignored him, turning to face me with an ingratiating expression.

"Mr. Gonzalez, what a coincidence running into you here for dinner. I really had no idea you were Rachel's husband. I apologize for any previous offensesplease don't take it to heart. About that investment we discussed..."

I didn't respond. Behind me came Rachel's trembling voice.

"What investment? You're that investor?"

I didn't answer Rachel's question. I simply walked to the seat of honor, the chair that had belonged to Scott, and sat down.

Guillermo immediately followed, bending over to pour me tea.

"Mr. Gonzalez, have some tea. Calm down."

The entire room fell silent.