The Secret Behind My Wife's Love for Fitness

I was hiding behind the curtain, watching her walk out of the building and head to the parking spot.

I quickly put on a mask and hat, changed clothes, and went downstairs.

From a distance, I saw her car drive out of the neighborhood. Without hesitation, I took a taxi to follow her.

The driver looked at me suspiciously and was reluctant to drive.

"Sir, that's my wife ahead. Please follow her quickly!"

I was quite anxious.

The driver seemed to understand, stepped on the gas, and closely followed Rudy's car.

I followed her all the way to the gym entrance, watched her park, and walk upstairs briskly.

After she disappeared from sight, I took my time getting out of the car, thanked the driver, and went upstairs.

I hid at the gym entrance, peeking inside. Rudy was on a treadmill, working out energetically.

I watched for a long time but didn't see her interacting with any other men.

Just as I was starting to doubt myself, a muscular trainer walked out of the gym.

He saw me lurking at the door and looked suspicious.

"What are you doing? Why are you sneaking around here?"

He shouted angrily and walked quickly towards me.

Seeing Rudy turn her head towards the sound, I panicked and ran down the stairs.

I waited downstairs for another half-hour but still didn't see Rudy.

While I was anxiously waiting, a delivery rider passed by.

I had an idea and stopped him, giving him two thousand dollars to deliberately scratch Rudy's car door.

Rudy usually takes great care of her car, so when she saw the scratch, she rushed downstairs in a panic.

The delivery rider followed my instructions, deliberately arguing with her to keep her occupied.

Meanwhile, I sneaked into the gym, pretending to be interested in signing up for a membership and asking various questions.

The trainer, seeing that I was wearing all brand-name clothes, was very enthusiastic in his introduction.

While I was absent-mindedly listening, my phone received a text from the delivery rider, notifying me that Rudy was about to return.

I hurriedly interrupted the coach, suggesting we add each other on WhatsApp to discuss further.

After adding the coach with a fake account, I made an excuse to leave.

Just as I stepped out of the gym, I saw Rudy storming upstairs. Her tight workout clothes were drenched in sweat, sticking to her body, with her cleavage faintly visible, making anyone's blood boil.

I had a sudden idea and pretended to be very interested in a poster by the door, turning my back to examine it closely.

Rudy didn't notice me at all and brushed past me.

Once she had entered the gym, I breathed a sigh of relief and headed downstairs.

On the way back, I began browsing through the coach's social media posts, trying to find any clues.

After a long search, I found nothing but normal promotional videos.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief; everything seemed normal, and maybe I was just overthinking.

Just as I was about to exit the social media interface, a photo caught my attention.

I clicked on it, and my mind exploded.

In the photo, Rudy was wearing that lace lingerie, lying on the bed with a seductive expression on her face.

The caption read: [Member benefits: sign up and choose from more beautiful women!]