My wife Delilah Reyes was having an affair with Owen Reed, a personal trainer. Delilah was completely mesmerized by Owen’s muscular physique and spent a million dollars to boost his performance metrics. My daughter Emily Lopez, just like Delilah, had also fallen for another trainer named Jacob Taylor. When I sensed something was wrong and banned them from going to the gym, Delilah accused me of being narrow-minded: “Women dress up for those who appreciate them. If I get in great shape, you’re the one who benefits in the end, aren’t you? Don’t interfere with an independent woman’s freedom.” Emily said I wasn’t a qualified father: “Dad, aren’t you being too conservative? Girls my age are already having babies. You’re way too controlling!” The mother and daughter teamed up to deceive me. Later, for the sake of those men, they even wanted me dead. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I discovered Delilah’s chat records. This time, I wouldn’t confront them directly. Instead, I would lead them step by step toward their downfall. Delilah said to me, “Christian, the trainer at the gym downstairs has such a sincere attitude. I’d like to work out there every day. Is that okay?” Christian Lopez is my name. I smiled and nodded: “Of course. Whatever makes you happy.” ***** When I opened my eyes, I was standing in the bedroom. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Delilah’s phone was in my hand. I realized I had been reborn. The phone screen was still lit, displaying chat records. The initial messages seemed normal enough, just discussing personal training rates. But after Owen sent a muscle photo, the entire tone of their conversation changed. Owen: [Sorry about that, Delilah. I sent that by mistake. I’ll delete it right away.] Delilah sent a sneaky laughing emoji. Then replied: [You can send more. I like looking at them.] After that, Owen really did send several more photos, with less and less clothing. When the photos revealed his sculpted abs and chest muscles, Delilah was completely hooked. Delilah: [Oh my God! Your body is incredible! I’ve always been into muscular men. My legs are literally weak right now.] Owen: [Delilah, I like your type of woman. Let me tell you a secret – if you become my exclusive member, I can fulfill any member’s needs.] Finally, they even had a video call. The water in the bathroom suddenly stopped. I quickly put the phone back where I found it. Delilah emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. When she saw me, panic flashed across her face. She asked, “Christian, how come you’re back?” Delilah glanced at the phone on the bedside table, looking particularly nervous. I replied, “Nothing much. I came home and didn’t see you, so I came in to check.” With that, I returned to the living room. Shortly after, Delilah came out dressed. She said, “Christian, I tried out the gym today and it felt really good. I’d like to work out there during the day.” I had no reason to refuse: “Of course you can.” Delilah smiled brightly: “Christian, you’re so sweet.” In my previous life, when I discovered those chat records on her phone, I lost my temper on the spot. I even banned her from going to the gym. At the time, Delilah thought I was narrow-minded: “Women dress up for those who appreciate them. If I get in great shape, you’re the one who benefits in the end, aren’t you? Don’t interfere with an independent woman’s freedom.” Later, she waited for Emily to get home from school and told her about it, getting our daughter to take her side. Since I’d always spoiled Emily, I didn’t insist on stopping them. But I never expected Delilah and Owen’s relationship to become intimate so quickly. During that period, I was working my ass off at the company. Meanwhile, Owen was having an affair with my wife. Delilah even spent a million dollars boosting Owen’s performance metrics. I wanted revenge but had no solid evidence. This time, I wouldn’t tip them off early. I would lead Emily and Delilah step by step toward their downfall.
Delilah and I started dating in college and eventually got married. During college, she did a great job hiding her true nature, which only fully emerged after we tied the knot. After marriage, Delilah volunteered to become a full-time housewife. She told me: “I want to be a modern independent woman. I don’t want to waste my life scrambling to make ends meet. I hope to explore the true meaning of life in the future.” All of Delilah’s so-called “goals” required my financial support. I worked hard every day, only to fund her leisurely lifestyle. But I thought this was for her own good, so I put up with it. I just hoped she would develop some hobbies and take classes in subjects she enjoyed. But whenever I made suggestions, she’d use having children as leverage against me. She’d say: “I gave you a child, so it’s only natural that you support me. Don’t tell me what to do – I know what I want.” Over time, Delilah’s weight began spiraling out of control. Right around then, a new gym opened downstairs from our place. The good-looking guy handing out flyers at the entrance, Christian, was handsome and had a great physique. The thing Delilah did most at home was watch videos of attractive men on her phone. So her being drawn to the gym didn’t surprise me at all. This gym appeared to operate as a fitness business on the surface, but actually specialized in scamming money from wealthy women. In my previous life, when I discovered Delilah had spent $100,000 on Owen, I demanded she get the money back. But Delilah just complained: “You’re not hurting for that $100,000. I gave you Emily – isn’t she worth $100,000? I’m going to the gym for the good of this family. Once I get in shape, won’t you benefit too?” When I insisted she get a refund, she called Emily over and even let Emily experience being pampered by the fitness trainer Jacob. Emily also thought I was being too controlling: “Dad, you know what? You’re suffocating me. Mom and I aren’t your puppets – we need to live freely. My poor grades are because you won’t let me go to the gym to relax, otherwise I wouldn’t be dead last in my class.” Back then, I felt life had to go on and we had a long road ahead. I thought temporarily putting up with things would prevent conflicts from escalating and let things settle down. But I never expected that my tolerance would only lead to increasingly outrageous behavior from them. Eventually, both mother and daughter ended up having inappropriate relationships with the fitness trainers. Now I see clearly that Emily’s values are becoming more and more like Delilah’s. This child has very likely already gone astray. For a child who’s already gone bad, there’s no point in wasting effort trying to discipline her – it’s better to just give up.
I went to work as usual, while Delilah spent the entire day at the gym. When she came home, I could tell immediately that her day hadn’t been simple. Her face was flushed, and she reeked of heavy perfume. In the past, when I came home from work, she’d always been cold toward me. But today, she was unusually enthusiastic. I knew that perfume was just meant to mask another man’s scent. She was already cheating. Delilah said to me, “Christian, I want to go hiking with my good friend Mila Wright tomorrow. You don’t want me staying home all day, do you?” How could she possibly be going hiking with Mila? They were both lazy. She was just looking for a reasonable excuse for her affair. I replied, “Sure, that’s a good thing.” Delilah was particularly happy and even gave me a light kiss on the forehead. She was already looking forward to tomorrow’s passion. The next day, Delilah didn’t rush out until noon. I took the day off from work. My wife was with another man—how could I possibly focus on work? For this kind of woman, I had to expose her shameful behavior. As soon as it got dark, I called Delilah. I called three times in a row, and she didn’t answer. It wasn’t until the fourth call that she picked up. Delilah’s voice sounded rushed, and she was breathing heavily. She said, “Honey, what’s up?” I asked, “What are you doing?” She replied, “I’m running. No, I need to speed up. Let’s not talk right now.” Over the phone, Delilah’s breathing became more and more labored. I could even hear a man’s breathing mixed in. Then she quickly hung up. I called several more times after that, but Delilah didn’t answer. I calmly posted a missing person notice on four social media platforms. The content read: [My wife went hiking but suddenly lost contact. Hope kind people can provide information about her whereabouts.] I also spent $100,000 on traffic promotion. In just one hour, the keywords “hiking” and “missing” became trending topics. Even the local police were alerted. About half an hour later, the police contacted me saying they had found my wife, and that she and a man were now both in a hotel lobby. I drove to the hotel the police mentioned. When I arrived, I found that many media outlets and reporters had already gathered outside the hotel. Camera shutters were clicking constantly. Delilah looked pale, her clothes wrinkled and disheveled.
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