My girlfriend, Emily Greene, was a fitness trainer.
At that time, I was still a fitness novice, just looking for a trainer to help me out.
I immediately noticed her and bought twenty sessions all at once. Over time, as we trained together, we started developing feelings for each other, entering a period of subtle tension.
After we got together, she promised me she would only train female clients and transferred all her male clients to other trainers.
But not long ago, I accidentally found messages from a male client on her phone.
I immediately confronted her.
She explained that if she didn't take on this male client, her performance for the month would fall short.
I knew the gym had been struggling lately.
And since their conversations seemed perfectly normal, I didn't press her too much.
However, recently she had been working late often, claiming it was due to an increase in gym business. At first, I didn't think much of it, assuming she was genuinely busy.
Now, though...
Something's off.
There's definitely something wrong.
Suppressing my anger, I texted her: "What time do you finish? I'll pick you up."
"Oh no, babe, it's fine. This female client is a beginner, so I need to give her extra attention. When you take the money, you have to be responsible. I don't know when I'll finish."
Female client?
I don't fucking believe this for a second.
I quickly changed clothes and drove straight to the gym.
Once there, I didn't enter through the main door.
The staff at the front desk all knew me, and I didn't want to raise any suspicions.
So, I circled around and entered through the side door.
This was something Emily had told me about.
After searching for a while, I finally spotted them in the yoga room.
What I saw nearly made me pass out.