My Cheating Wife

The moment I laid eyes on Donna Hill, I was captivated. She was wearing a tight-fitting white workout outfit, and as she squatted in front of me, her curves were on full display, showcasing their undeniable charm. Every man in the gym was staring at Donna, and I was no exception. I was a fitness coach at this gym, and ever since Donna started coming here, all the male trainers had been vying for the chance to be her personal trainer. Somehow, this enticing opportunity fell into my lap. With the perks of being her trainer, my interactions with Donna gradually increased. Eventually, after some encouragement from friends, I launched an all-out campaign to win her heart. Persistence paid off, and after a few months, I finally managed to sweep Donna off her feet. Today marked our first wedding anniversary. I had taken the day off from work and left early, all to prepare a special surprise for Donna at home. As I drove into our neighborhood and pulled up to our building, I notice

"Where are you?" I growled in a low voice. "I'm… at home… working out," Donna replied, her breath sounding hitched. Working out? What a load of nonsense! "Send me a picture," I demanded, a scowl darkening my face. I wanted to see just how long she could keep this up. "Okay… ah!" Donna yelped uncontrollably, then panted while saying, "Honey, there's a cockroach. I have to go." With that, she abruptly hung up. "Hello? Hello! Donna!" I barked as my fingers tightened around my phone as if I could crush it in my grasp. "Donna Hill!" I shouted, my eyes locked on the entrance of the Pinnacle Hotel. Donna, I'd be waiting for you! I ended up waiting for an hour. Finally, Mark and Kevin emerged with a woman, whose hair cascaded around her shoulders, sandwiched between them. I couldn't see her face, but her silhouette was unmistakable—it was Donna! I kicked my car door open and stormed toward them. "Donna!" I called out, stopping just a few feet away, my voi

That was the woman from the gym the other day. How could she be with Donna? Did they know each other? I sobered up almost instantly. Furrowing my brow, I excused myself before getting up to leave. Something felt off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I knew all of Donna's close friends, and this woman definitely wasn't one of them. Besides, seeing as she was involved with Mark and Kevin, I certainly didn't want Donna mingling with someone like her. I quietly trailed behind them as they hopped from store to store, indulging in a shopping spree. It was normal for women to love shopping, but when they stepped into a particular store, I squinted in disbelief. It was an adult novelty shop. They were in there for over half an hour, and when they came out, each of them was holding a bag, laughing and chatting. A cold weight settled in my stomach. Donna had never expressed interest in those kinds of products with me. Why was she buying them? Or rathe