Chapter 1

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.

"I'm sorry, sir. We cannot disclose client information."

I stood frozen. A chill ran down my spine.

Cannot disclose?

That meant she was definitely here.

Mark stared at the white coupe in confusion.

"Wait, didn't Olivia say she was out of town on a business trip? What is her car doing here?"

Exactly.

She supposedly flew out last night and said she wouldn't be back until this evening to celebrate my birthday.

I pulled out my phone and dialed her number. No answer.

I checked the time: 11:30 AM.

"Forget it, let's just go up," I said.

This high-end private gym was located in the most expensive commercial district in the city.

They specialized in one-on-one personal training, physical therapy, and premium athletic conditioning.

My lower back had been acting up lately, so Mark had planned to drag me here on my birthday to check out their rehab programs.

The elevator doors slid open, and the receptionist greeted us with a polished smile.

"Welcome, gentlemen. Do you have an appointment?"

"Yes, under Mark—"

"No," I interrupted, gently pulling Mark behind me.

"My wife booked it. Olivia Clarkson."

The receptionist hesitated, glancing down at her screen.

Then, she looked back up.

"I'm sorry, sir. Due to client privacy policies, I can't confirm any appointment details with you."

My chest tightened.