The Reflection of Betrayal

Ignoring Allen’s rejection, I quickly changed my clothes, got in my car, and sped straight to the gym.

I parked a little distance away, and got out of the car. I found that one of the training rooms was still lit.

In the lobby, I found the class attendance sheet for the day. The woman with Allen was named Vivian Olsen.

As soon as I reached the second floor, I heard Vivian’s heavy breathing mixed with Allen’s husky voice, which was thick with excitement.

I took out my phone, aimed it through the crack of the door, and hit record.

On the Smith machine, a blonde woman was lying on the bench. She wore only a sports tank top and yoga pants. Each time she lifted the barbell, her ample curves strained against the fabric.

Allen stood in front of her, holding the barbell to assist her. As she lowered the weight, he bent slightly, his lower part nearly brushing against her face.

With a gasp, Vivian whined, "Coach, I don’t have any strength left. Help me rerack the bar."

Allen stared directly at her curves, his eyes dark and lecherous. "No strength left? But you’ve only done two reps. If you do one more for me, I’ll let you off."

Vivian giggled. "You’re so mean. If you keep teasing me, I might leave a lipstick mark on your thigh this time and let your girlfriend see it."

Allen smirked. "Wouldn’t it be even more exciting if someone saw us?"

With that, he placed the barbell back on the rack. Freed from the weight, Vivian sat up, turned to Allen, and planted a kiss right on some private part.

"Am I the only one getting excited? Coach, should we call your girlfriend again like the last time? That was so thrilling."

Allen’s breath hitched at her touch. He pulled Vivian up, running his hands over her back. "Don’t mention that boring woman right now. In bed, she’s as lifeless as a corpse."

Then, they kissed and started "working out" using the gym equipment in ways they were never meant for.

I gripped my phone tightly, rage surging through me. I wanted to burst in, confront these two disgusting cheaters, and expose them on the spot.

However, I held back.

If I stormed in now, it would only lead to an argument and a breakup—no real consequences for them. The only one humiliated would be me.

They wanted excitement? I’d make things even more thrilling. I shouldn't be the only one privy to a scene this scandalous.

After ensuring the recording was saved, I walked back downstairs, took a picture of Vivian’s membership details, and then headed home.