로그인My husband's gym was celebrating its grand opening, so I grabbed my best friend and headed over under the guise of "checking the place out," armed with a $10 trial class we had snagged from a group deal. I never once mentioned that I was the owner's wife. The moment we wrapped up the workout, a female trainer slapped a price sheet into our hands and gave us a look that could cut glass. "Let me guess, you two came here to milk the freebies? Our private training sessions cost hundreds. They're not here for people like you to exploit." I let out a disbelieving laugh. "We bought a perfectly valid trial class. How does that make us freeloaders? Get your manager." She rolled her eyes, acting like she was the rules. "Call whoever you want! The owner is my boyfriend, and he can't stand penny-pinchers who show up trying to mooch off his gym." Then, right in front of us, she called him—voice raised, dramatic, dripping with fake indignation. "Babe, there are two cheapskates in your gym demanding the manager. Come deal with them for me!"
더 보기Sirens blared as the ambulance raced to the scene.Whitney and Mabel were each hoisted onto separate stretchers and loaded into different ambulances.James stayed by Whitney's side, casting a lingering look at Charles before they departed.My father, Thomas, sat calmly at the reception desk, meticulously cleaning his hands."Break those trainers and toss them out," he commanded the bodyguards with a chilling detachment, referring to the male coaches who had caused the trouble."Understood!"The bodyguards sprang into action, and the once formidable coaches were reduced to nothing more than broken figures, dragged away like lifeless carcasses."As for this one…" My dad's icy eyes settled on the trembling girl at the front desk.The receptionist stood rooted to the spot, pleading for mercy. "Please, Mr. Canfield, have mercy! It was all Mabel's idea! I had nothing to do with it!""Ruin her face," my dad ordered without a hint of emotion. "The Canfields are not to be trifled with
Charles's face went white as a sheet, his voice quivering with fear as he said, "Mr. Canfield? Mr. Baker? What...what are you doing here?""Dad, you're here at last." I stumbled toward him and clung on for dear life.Holding me close, my dad whispered, "Yasmin, it's okay, I've got you."My little girl, who did this to you?" he demanded, his voice booming through the gym.There was only silence. No one dared to make a peep."Whitney!" James's voice tore through the air, raw with agony. "Someone call an ambulance, now!"Don't be scared, Whitney. I'm right here. We're going to get you to the hospital, and our baby...our baby's going to be just fine."The bodyguards were already on their phones, calling for help."Charles," James spat, his anger palpable. "If anything happens to my wife or my child, I swear the Johnsons will pay with their lives!"Charles, terror flooding his eyes, could not even speak.Mabel gripped Charles's arm, her voice quivering as she said, "Charles, who a
Mabel nestled smugly against him and mouthed a silent taunt at me, saying, "Yes, what's it to you?"Charles's face turned a sickly shade of grey, and he inhaled sharply. "Yasmin, let's discuss this at home. I don't have time for this circus."I own part of this business. You making a scene here is a slap in my face. Apologize to Mabel right now, take your entourage, and leave, or don't expect me to play nice because of our marriage.""Our marriage?" I burst out laughing with a mix of anger and disbelief. "Charles, you dare to invoke our marriage?"Where was this marital consideration when you were setting up your mistress with houses and cars, letting her parade around with my stuff, using my name to strut her stuff?"You just stood there while she and her cronies attacked me…and Whitney. Did our marriage mean nothing to you?"And now you want to talk about love and affection?"Aren't you sickened by yourself?"Mabel, with tears streaming down her face, stirred the pot. "Charle
Charles swatted my hands away without so much as a glance in my direction, his voice laced with revulsion as he said, "Who said you could lay a finger on my woman? Have you forgotten who I am? I am Charles Johnson. Looks like you've got a death wish."With that, he tossed me aside and turned to Mabel.Mabel, teetering, threw herself into Charles's embrace. "Charles! You're here at last! I was so scared!" She whimpered, her voice quivering with feigned tears. "They picked on me when you were gone!"I warned them, seeing they were here for the 10-dollar trial class, thinking they might stir up trouble. I was only being nice, and they lost it, attacking me! They even had the nerve to insult me, calling me shameless..."She's just jealous of our success, I bet. Brought her friends over to our place to wreak havoc, break stuff, and hurt several of our coaches."And now, she's trying to kill me! Charles, look at my face, all scratched up! They've got to pay for this!""This wretched wo






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