On our first wedding anniversary, I took the day off from work and left early, only to find that my wife had probably cheated on me.

One day I arrived at home, I found a shocking display where my wife was engaging in some intense activities…

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 noticed a large SUV occupying my parking spot. I considered calling the driver to move it, but then I saw there was an empty spot for temporary parking nearby, so I let it go.

After parking my car, I grabbed a bouquet of roses and a carefully selected gift before heading upstairs with excitement.

"Babe, I'm home!" I called out as I opened the door.

After changing my shoes, I realized I hadn't seen Donna yet, which struck me as odd. Where could she be?

Just then, Donna emerged from the bedroom, her forehead glistening with sweat. Her cheeks were flushed, and tiny droplets clung to her hair, giving her a beautiful, radiant look. She seemed flustered as she looked at me. "Honey, why are you back? Didn't you say you had to work late today?"

I stood there, roses and gift in hand, studying her panicked expression. Something wasn't right. Even though I had taken the day off to surprise her, her reaction didn't make sense. Why was she so flustered? And why did she look like she had just finished a workout?

"Today is our first wedding anniversary! I took the day off to celebrate," I said, handing Donna the bouquet of roses and the carefully wrapped gift. "So? Are you surprised? Do you like it?"

Donna's expression seemed a bit off. "Y-yeah, I'm surprised. I really like it. Thanks, Honey."

"I'm glad to hear that! I'm going to take a quick shower, and then we can go out for a nice dinner." I headed straight toward the bedroom.

But Donna rushed to stop me. "Honey, just go ahead and shower. I'll grab your clothes for you."

Her reaction only deepened my suspicions. I hesitated for a moment, then decided to sidestep her and walk into the bedroom. "I'll grab it myself."

I scanned the room, checking the places that could likely be hiding a person, but found nothing out of the ordinary. With a neutral expression, I opened the closet, pulled out my pajamas, and sighed with relief.

I was glad to find no one hiding in there. Maybe I was just imagining things.

"Jason Barker, are you suspicious of me or something?" Donna stood at the doorway, her face clouded with concern.

"Of course not! You're the best wife in the world!" I replied, trying to lighten the mood. I playfully squeezed her shoulder, and she shot me an annoyed glance before gently pushing me toward the bathroom.

As I showered, I hummed a tune, feeling the steam surrounding me. After rinsing off, I used the toilet, but as I stood up, something caught my eye—a cigarette butt sitting in the trash.

I squinted at it, examining the brand—it was a Dunhill.

I froze. I always smoked Marlboro cigarettes; I had never even tried Dunhill! Where did this come from?

Could my earlier suspicions be true? Did Donna really have another man over? Was she cheating on me?

My face darkened with dread.

I lingered in the bathroom for what felt like ages before finally emerging, forcing my expression to return to normal.

"Babe, ready to head out for dinner?" I asked Donna.

But she appeared from the kitchen, carrying two plates of steak. "No need to eat out; I made you steak for dinner."

I was momentarily taken aback. I hadn't expected her to be so prepared.

A wave of warmth washed over me, but the thought of her possibly cheating extinguished my happiness.

As we sat down to eat, Donna casually mentioned, "Oh, by the way, don't throw the toilet paper in the bowl anymore. The toilet got clogged, and I had to call a plumber to fix it."

A thought flashed through my mind before I smiled. "Got it. I'll remember that."

The cigarette butt must have belonged to the plumber. See? I knew Donna would never cheat on me!

I cursed myself for being so paranoid.

After we finished our steaks, I wrapped my arms around Donna and carried her to the bedroom.

I had been working overtime lately, and we hadn't had much intimate time together.

Even after a year of marriage, I found myself just as drawn to Donna's body as ever.

One thing was for sure—working out really did pay off!

In the past, she had always been enthusiastic during our moments together, but tonight she seemed a bit distracted, and we rushed through it.

"Babe, are you feeling okay?" I asked, holding her close.

Donna shook her head. "I just overdid it with the workout at home this afternoon, so I'm a bit tired."

"I see. Let me give you a massage."

As I prepared to start, I suddenly heard two sharp sneezes.

My hands froze as I stared at Donna.

It was just the two of us in the room—she hadn't sneezed, and I hadn't either. So who just sneezed?

Could it be that there was a third person in the room?

"Is there someone else in the room?"

My heart raced as I asked the question, my eyes darting around.

Donna shot me a cold glance. "Jason, what's with that look on your face? Are you really suspecting that I brought a man home?"

"Th-that's not what I meant," I stammered. "But I thought I heard a man sneezing just now…"

"Hah! So you DO suspect me!" Donna exploded, her voice rising. "Don't think I didn't notice; you've been suspicious since you walked in! That's why you were so insistent on searching the bedroom. Just look around! Is there anywhere you haven't checked? Where could someone hide? Under the bed? In the closet? Behind the curtains? I'll look around too!"

With that, Donna jumped out of bed, flung open the closet doors, and pulled back the curtains, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she looked at me.

"Found anyone? Huh?"

This was the first time I'd ever seen Donna cry since we got together, and it left me feeling utterly helpless. The fact that I hadn't found anyone only added to my unease.

"Babe, I…"

I tried to reassure her, guilt washing over my face.

"Don't stop now! Keep looking! Should I open the window and check?"

Donna let out a bitter laugh, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

I quickly backed down. "Babe, I'm sorry. I was wrong to suspect you. I must have been hearing things earlier."

Her piercing gaze was unwavering as she stared at me.

Suddenly, she burst into tears. "Jason, have I ever done anything to betray you since we got married? How could you even think I would cheat on you? You’re unbelievable!"

Seeing her in such distress, I had no choice but to suppress the last remnants of doubt swirling in my mind and tried to comfort her.

But Donna was genuinely furious this time. She threw a blanket at me and slammed the door shut.

Sighing, I hugged the blanket tightly, realizing that I'd messed up by misjudging her.

The next morning, I woke up to find that Donna had already left for work.

On the coffee table, I noticed a note. 'Breakfast is on the table. Help yourself.'

A smile crept onto my face. Donna still loved me.

At the same time, I pushed down that nagging thought in my mind that shouldn't have been there.

There was no way Donna would betray me—I couldn't let myself doubt her again!

After finishing the breakfast Donna had prepared for me, I headed out to the gym for my shift.

As soon as I walked into the gym and changed clothes in the locker room, I overheard two men talking in the next stall.

Their conversation was in Spanish, and I could understand most of it.

They were new personal trainers at our gym and quite popular with the female clients. As far as I knew, they had been with at least ten women from the gym.

Initially, I wasn't paying much attention, but then one of the trainers casually dropped a line that made me freeze in place.

"Mark, was that woman as good as you said?"

"Of course! She was wild! She invited me to her place on her wedding anniversary, but I almost got caught by her husband!"

"Ha! You'd better be careful; don't get yourself killed!"

"Please! I was hanging out the window, and he didn't even notice! Want to know how it ended? She kicked him to the couch, and I spent the night making love to her in the bedroom, and I only left in the morning!"

"Haha! Mark, you sure know how to have fun!"

My mind went blank as my fists clenched tightly.

What he described sounded exactly like what had happened last night!

Was there really someone else in my house last night? A guy from my gym, no less!

Heat surged through my nostrils as I considered confronting him in the locker room.

Just then, Mark Walters spoke again. "Kevin, do you want to join us tonight?"

"Sure!" Kevin Stone eagerly replied.

I felt my heart race as I suppressed the urge to confront them.

Great! Since they were going to have some multiplayer fun tonight, I decided to catch them in the act!

After they finished changing, I stepped out, my face darkened with resolve.

All day, I couldn't focus, my eyes fixated on Mark as he trained female clients, clearly taking advantage of them. His hands practically wandered into their yoga pants, but those women didn't seem to mind at all!

I kept my watch on him until 8:00 PM when he finally left the gym with Kevin.

I rushed after them, following them to the Pinnacle Hotel.

I furrowed my brow, confused. Why weren't they coming to my place?

But there was no time to dwell on it; Mark and Kevin had already entered the elevator. I hurried after them, but just as I was about to step inside, the security guard blocked my path.

"Sorry, sir, but you need to check in at the hotel first."

I glared at him. "How come those two guys got in?"

The guard replied coolly, "They booked a room."

My face darkened as I pressed further, "Which floor are they on?"

"Sorry, but we can't disclose that information." He looked at me with disdain. "Sir, if you're not checking in, please leave."

I felt a surge of anger at the obvious bias, but I held back my urge to hit him. What good would that do? I'd still have no idea which room Mark and Kevin were in.

I got back to my car, lighting one cigarette after another.

Was I just supposed to sit here and wait for them to come out?

Frustrated, I slammed my fist on the steering wheel and pulled out my phone to call Donna.

No answer!

My heart sank.

One call, two calls, three…

I lost count of how many times I called. Just as I was about to give up, I finally heard Donna's voice on the line.

"Honey… wh-what's … wrong?"

Her voice was shaky, interrupted by what sounded like muffled slapping.

My expression darkened to a furious scowl.

Immediately, I pictured a scene: Donna was getting it on with Mark and Kevin while answering my call!