Wendy usually steers clear of her exes' workplaces after a breakup. Her bringing me here voluntarily set off alarm bells in my head."Sweetie, you've got it wrong. It's my ex-ex-ex-ex-boyfriend from ages ago!" Wendy snatched her gym bag from the backseat and slung it over her shoulder. Glancing up at the "Cornell Fitness" sign, she smirked, "When the cat's away, the mice will play! Let's see how Mr. 'I Dumped Wendy Smith' is doing these days.""Are you here for revenge?" I asked, eyeing her determined stance.Concerned she might get hurt, I pushed my own worries aside and tried to stop her. "What's going on, Wendy?"Wendy was known for her clean breaks, never dragging out a split. Her exes typically left thrilled, having benefited from the Smith family's generosity. They treated her like royalty, and no one had ever dared cross her before.This guy must have really messed up to get Wendy this riled."This jerk somehow got his hands on some grainy videos and sent them to my contacts, cl
"Isn't saying 'never' a bit absolute?" Wendy tapped her fingers on the counter, then looked up at the gym's security cameras. "How long do you keep your surveillance footage?""We usually keep it for..." the receptionist began, but after catching a glance from someone nearby, she hesitated. "I'm not sure.""You might want to brush up on your job knowledge," Wendy said.With her keen perception, Wendy had already noticed something off about the receptionist's expression. She discreetly followed the direction of the glance.I recognized the man in the distance as Richard Corden, the morally bankrupt ex-ex-ex-ex-boyfriend. He approached Wendy with a smile, "Ms. Smith, what brings such a busy person like you here?""I'm nowhere near as busy as you!" Wendy replied with a fake smile. "You've got to work, privately contact clients, maintain relationships, and tirelessly spread rumors. With that workload, you deserve at least three or four assistants. You're being shortchanged."Wendy's
"This is the first time I've heard that taking a video can interfere with police work," a customer said, adjusting their phone. "Are you hiding something?""Our gym has always followed the rules," an employee responded."Then what are you afraid of?" The customer gestured for the employee to move aside. "You're blocking my shot."More and more people started filming. Wendy remained unfazed, allowing them to record.Richard, fearing the situation would escalate beyond his control, anxiously said, "Wendy... Ms. Smith, we'll definitely give you a satisfactory explanation for these two issues. Given our past acquaintance, can we resolve this privately?""No!" Wendy's tone was decisive. "You've crossed a line, and I'm going to see this through to the end.""Ms. Smith...""You're so scared. Is it because you did it?""No... it wasn't me.""If it wasn't you, why are you so concerned?"Wendy despised men who lacked the courage to own up to their actions. She looked at him with contem
At the gym, Wendy was sweating profusely on the treadmill.She wore a sports bra and yoga pants, perfectly showcasing her great figure. Her long legs and slim waist were eye-catching.She exercised regularly and had good stamina. Compared to her, I was far behind!After just a few minutes of running, my legs felt like lead, and I could barely move. I touched the excess fat around my waist, pushing away thoughts of giving up, and tried to adjust my breathing to keep going a bit longer. It didn't help much.In no time, my throat became uncomfortable from heavy breathing.I wiped away some sweat and slowed down.Seeing this, Wendy looked at me and asked, "Sweetie, how long has it been since you last exercised?""I can't remember," I replied.I'm a laid-back person. While I don't sleep in till noon, I also can't bring myself to wake up early to exercise.The last time I exercised was probably during morning runs in high school, but I was too embarrassed to say that.I wanted to s
I”m terrified of being alone with Luke now, worried he might discover my secret.I looked at Wendy hopefully, silently begging her to end the call.Luke didn't take long to decide. "I can include her in my morning runs.""Great! I'll leave Jen in your care then!"Me: ...Did they even ask for my opinion before making this decision?Just as I was about to speak, Wendy quickly hung up. "Jen, starting tomorrow, you'll be working out with Luke in the mornings. He's been keeping fit for years! With all those endorphins flowing during exercise, make sure you can control yourself!"Wendy winked at me. "It's okay if you can't hold back. You're both adults, if something happens...""Wendy, can we talk about something else, please?"With Wendy's suggestive comments, an image of a shirtless Luke flashed in my mind.Luke had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, not an ounce of fat on his torso. His six-pack abs were like a washboard, exuding strength, making one want to touch them.The m
"Richard's good performance made his colleagues jealous. A coworker found this video on Richard's computer and asked about its source. Richard was vague. At that time, your photo was on the desk, and he turned it face down. The colleague thought he was trying to hide something. When spreading the video, they told others you were the main character."Wendy had some connections in Johnsonville, so the police didn't hide anything. "Richard tried prevent his colleague from associating it with you. He didn't expect it would backfire and damage your reputation.""So, I should thank him then!" Wendy's beautiful eyes flashed coldly, like a hunter spotting interesting prey. Her expression lightened considerably.Learning that Richard had left the police station after giving his statement, she hung up the phone."My ex-boyfriend turned out to be quite a character."Due to her family background, Wendy preferred simple, straightforward people without ulterior motives.The guys she dated, in
Wendy's gaze quickly scanned her, settling on her wrist. "Do you like bracelets?""No... not really," the receptionist stammered, tugging her sleeve to cover a handmade bracelet on her wrist."That bracelet looks quite old."The receptionist remained silent."Your shoes are well-worn too."Wendy glanced down at the receptionist's feet.The receptionist pulled her feet back slightly. "There are many loan platforms these days. If you were vain, you wouldn't dress like this."Fearing Wendy might notice something, the receptionist unconsciously shrank into herself.It was a form of self-protection."Do you like Richard?"The receptionist maintained her silence."He's just a scumbag! He tricked you into withdrawing the money, taught you to convert it to cash, and handed it over to him for his enjoyment. When things went wrong, he washed his hands clean, leaving you here to take the punishment."Wendy was trying to drive a wedge between the receptionist and Richard. "I've heard p
"Please send me a copy of the surveillance footage, Detective North."Steven was efficient. After hanging up, he sent the video to Wendy's phone.Wendy opened the video, and I leaned in to watch with her.Nancy and Richard didn't arrive at the hotel together. Each time, she would book a room and pay, then Richard would show up with a woman wearing a hat and mask, or wrapped in a scarf."He's booking rooms so frequently. Nancy's salary can't possibly cover all these hotel bills! What kind of leverage does Richard have that makes Nancy willingly do this for him?"Wendy's voice was full of contempt."Steven found out that besides working at the gym, Nancy has two part-time jobs."Nancy was a hard worker. She'd wake up at 4 AM to do work at a butcher shop, then wash dishes at a breakfast restaurant in the morning.She lived frugally, with little desire for luxuries.It was despicable that Richard would take advantage of someone struggling so hard to make ends meet.Wendy had a so