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Her family is not well-off, and to help us buy a house, her parents took out all their savings. They only have one requirement: that she should not be wronged. My parents do not agree with us being together. They think her family is too poor and cannot offer much in terms of a betrothal gift. Moreover, she has a younger brother. In the future, when her parents grow old, they will need her, as the eldest sister, to contribute both financially and physically to their care. At that time, there will definitely be many troubles.
However, despite my parents' objections, I insisted on marrying her. She is the most disciplined and dedicated person I have ever met. She has a good figure, fair skin, and beautiful features, attracting many admirers. Yet she has never acted recklessly and has always maintained her integrity. She goes to bed early and wakes up early every day, preparing nutritious meals for herself three times a day. She does not allow herself to eat high-calorie or high-fat foods, stay up late, or be lazy. She holds herself to strict standards regarding her body and appearance.
I admire her, like her, and love her. I once thought that on our wedding anniversary, I would surprise her by putting her name on the house in the city. But now, everything has lost its meaning. She betrayed me and became pregnant with someone else's child.
The next day, I took my wife to the gym. She was very happy and kept talking. Just thinking about how happy she was because she was going to meet the adulterer made me feel nauseous. However, I held it in. As we were getting close, she suddenly asked me, "Aren't you going to a meeting?"
I was taken aback for a moment and casually replied, "It's already over."
She responded with an "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions.
When we reached the gym entrance, she said, "Come in with me."
"Why?" I asked.
"I dropped the class, so I have more time to spend with him," she said, her face turning red.
I fell silent for a moment and asked, "Who is he?"
She froze and didn't respond.
"I heard your conversation with someone else when I went to the meeting," I said coldly.
"You already know?" Her face turned pale.
I nodded.
"Then you should also know that I had no choice," she said, tears streaming down her face. "He forced me."
"Who is he?" I pressed on.
She wiped her tears and said, "I don't want to say."
I took a deep breath and said, "If you don't tell me, I'll find out myself."
She hesitated for a moment and said, "Don't investigate; I'll tell you later."
I scoffed, "If you don't tell me, it means you want to keep in touch with him, right?"
She shook her head. "No, there's really nothing between us."
I stared into her eyes. "Really nothing? Then why did you drop the gym class?"
After a moment of hesitation, she quietly said, "I want to spend more time with him."
"Who is he?" I asked again.
She sighed and said, "Please don't pressure me."
I remained silent for a moment and said, "If you don't tell me, I'll find out anyway."
She didn't say anything more and walked into the gym with her head down.
I watched her walk through the door, feeling a wave of irritation.
Once home, she received a delivery message and excitedly rushed out.
I followed her to the entrance and saw a Black Mercedes parked downstairs.
A man wearing a hat got out of the car and handed her a bag.
She eagerly took the bag and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
The man was neither a Personal Trainer nor a swimming coach.
He wore a black shirt, sunglasses, and a mask, making it impossible to see his face.
My heart sank; who was this person?
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