Trading My Yoga‑Mad Wife for a New Life

I was on the verge of a breakdown when I suddenly saw Ava posting in my gym members' group, asking if anyone wanted to do yoga with her.

"Working out is so boring. All you ever see are those cold machines. Anyone wanna do yoga with me instead? The poses feel so much better."

Neal replied almost instantly, "I'm in!"

I just felt sick to my stomach, reading the subtext in Ava's messages. I was about to disband the group chat when another message from her popped up.

"Spots are full for today. If you still want to do yoga, we'll do it next time. Don't worry. Everyone will get a turn!"

I couldn't stand it anymore. Without hesitation, I disbanded the group chat. The next second, my phone rang.

"Who do you think you are, disbanding the group chat like that? You're so eager to be my ex-husband, yet you still get jealous? Listen up—if you want me back, you'll have to kneel and kiss my feet thrice before I'll consider forgiving you!" Ava spat.

I let out a cold laugh. "Only gods deserve to have their feet kissed. Meanwhile, you're about as divine as a worm."

I hung up on her, ignoring her screaming. Then, looking at the wrecked, empty gym, I called the police without a shadow of a doubt.

The officers took notes of everything and finally arrested Yvette. The moment Ava heard, she rushed over to the gym. She showed up in sweat-soaked yoga attire, her cheeks flushed as she breathed hard.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Jordan? Why did you call the cops on my mom? You're the one sneaking around doing shameless things. Can't she, as my parent, say a word about it?" she screeched.

Daisy poked her head out and timidly said, "Mommy…"

But Ava snapped, "I don't have a traitor for a daughter!"

I pulled Daisy behind me and shielded her, staring coldly at Ava. "If you're mad, take it out on me. Don't scare Daisy."

At some point, Neal had arrived, too. He stepped in front of Ava protectively, putting himself between us. He was drenched in sweat as well, like he'd just finished an intense workout.

He said, "Jordan, you can't treat Ava like this. She's been a stay-at-home mom for five years for your sake. Now that she's finally found something she likes, you're trying to crush it before it really blossoms."

I didn't want to waste any more time on them, so I turned around and walked back into the gym. Unexpectedly, Ava pulled up her yoga social media account and started a live stream, shoving the camera right in my face.

She cried, "Take a good look at this heartless jerk, everyone! He cheated on me with some shameless homewrecker, then called the cops on my mom when she tried to stand up for me.

"Is there any justice in this world? If you ever see him out with another woman, you have to tell me. I'll catch them in the act myself!"

Neal pretended to look conflicted as he glanced over at me. Then, he chimed in, "Jordan, we may be buddies, but you're genuinely in the wrong this time. At least tone it down with your mistress. Don't let the online community run into you two."

At first, the people in the live stream were only there to ogle Ava's body and weren't even listening to what she was saying. But after what Neal said, they took it as fact that I'd cheated.

Comments started flooding in, attacking me nonstop.

"Play with someone's feelings, and it'll come back to bite you one day!"

"He looks like a decent guy, but he's trash on the inside."

"Cheaters deserve to have their whole family wiped out. They don't deserve to live!"

My gaze landed on that last comment. I let out a mocking laugh as I looked straight at Ava. "See that comment, Ava? According to them, your whole family's going to drop dead."