My Wife Sold Our Home

Ten minutes ago, I was joking with my friend about how my wife had been complaining about a sore back lately.

I even told him I was going to sign her up for some high-end private training sessions.

But the next second, I spotted her white coupe parked outside a private one-on-one fitness studio.

Suppressing my rising doubts, I walked up to the front desk and gave her name and phone number.

"Could you check if Olivia has an appointment today?"

The receptionist looked up, her eyes darting away as she forced a polite, professional smile.