Two days ago, after Rudy finished working out and came home, she got a call from her mom and left in a hurry, leaving her gym bag forgotten in the bathroom corner.

After cleaning the floor, I went into the bathroom to help her take out the clothes from the bag for washing.

Among the sportswear, I found a piece of sexy lingerie.

I fought back my nausea as I examined the lingerie—an extremely daring lace design with some white stains on it.

A green hat seemed to appear over my head.

To avoid raising suspicion, I swallowed my disgust, put the lingerie back in the bag, and neatly restored everything to its original state.

When Rudy came home, I was sitting on the sofa, absentmindedly watching TV.

She hurried into the bathroom, stayed there for a long time, and then nonchalantly came out with the gym bag.

Seeing me watching her, she looked visibly anxious and instinctively hid the gym bag behind her.

The answer was glaringly obvious, but I still wanted to investigate further myself.

I forced myself to suppress the urge to confront her and pretended to casually return to the room.

Behind me, Rudy let out a long sigh of relief.

I met Rudy through a matchmaking setup.

After graduation, I was always busy with work, thinking it was best to establish my career before starting a family.

Time flew by, and I was already in my thirties. My mother was anxious, dragging me to several matchmaking events, but I was never satisfied.

Until I met Rudy.

Rudy had good looks and was a teacher, so finding a partner should have been easy.

However, she had vampire-like parents and a freeloader brother, and she was a typical "support-the-brother" type.

Before me, she had several relationships that ended once her family situation was revealed.

When we first got together, she deliberately hid her family situation. With both our parents pressuring us, we got married within three months.

After marriage, her problems started to emerge. Every month, she would find excuses to ask me for money to support her parents and brother.

Luckily, after years of hard work, I now have a stable monthly income of about fifty thousand, with a substantial amount saved up.

Since we were married, I figured I might as well help her family a bit. I turned a blind eye to her supporting her parents.

After a while, I found it troublesome to transfer money every month, so I gave her a card with two hundred thousand on it.

I thought this two hundred thousand would last her a year, but she spent it all in just four months.

Three months ago, she asked me to give her five hundred thousand to help her brother buy a new house with a mortgage in the city.

Without thinking, I flatly refused and made it clear that I would no longer give her money to support her family.

After a huge argument, she stormed out and stayed at a colleague's house that night, only returning the next evening.

That night, she was unusually proactive. As things heated up, she hooked her arm around my neck and coquettishly said, "Honey, I've figured it out. I was wrong before. I shouldn't have only considered my family and ignored your feelings.

"From now on, I won't use your money to support them anymore.

"By the way, I specially got a gym membership today. I'll work on my fitness and aim to get pregnant as soon as possible!"

I was so moved that I buried my head in her neck and promised to give her another card with three hundred thousand if she got pregnant.

Her eyes sparkled, and that night, she was particularly enthusiastic.

Strangely, since that day, she hasn't asked me for a single penny.

I was hiding behind the curtain, watching her walk out of the building and head to the parking spot.

I quickly put on a mask and hat, changed clothes, and went downstairs.

From a distance, I saw her car drive out of the neighborhood. Without hesitation, I took a taxi to follow her.

The driver looked at me suspiciously and was reluctant to drive.

"Sir, that's my wife ahead. Please follow her quickly!"

I was quite anxious.

The driver seemed to understand, stepped on the gas, and closely followed Rudy's car.

I followed her all the way to the gym entrance, watched her park, and walk upstairs briskly.

After she disappeared from sight, I took my time getting out of the car, thanked the driver, and went upstairs.

I hid at the gym entrance, peeking inside. Rudy was on a treadmill, working out energetically.

I watched for a long time but didn't see her interacting with any other men.

Just as I was starting to doubt myself, a muscular trainer walked out of the gym.

He saw me lurking at the door and looked suspicious.

"What are you doing? Why are you sneaking around here?"

He shouted angrily and walked quickly towards me.

Seeing Rudy turn her head towards the sound, I panicked and ran down the stairs.

I waited downstairs for another half-hour but still didn't see Rudy.

While I was anxiously waiting, a delivery rider passed by.

I had an idea and stopped him, giving him two thousand dollars to deliberately scratch Rudy's car door.

Rudy usually takes great care of her car, so when she saw the scratch, she rushed downstairs in a panic.

The delivery rider followed my instructions, deliberately arguing with her to keep her occupied.

Meanwhile, I sneaked into the gym, pretending to be interested in signing up for a membership and asking various questions.

The trainer, seeing that I was wearing all brand-name clothes, was very enthusiastic in his introduction.

While I was absent-mindedly listening, my phone received a text from the delivery rider, notifying me that Rudy was about to return.

I hurriedly interrupted the coach, suggesting we add each other on WhatsApp to discuss further.

After adding the coach with a fake account, I made an excuse to leave.

Just as I stepped out of the gym, I saw Rudy storming upstairs. Her tight workout clothes were drenched in sweat, sticking to her body, with her cleavage faintly visible, making anyone's blood boil.

I had a sudden idea and pretended to be very interested in a poster by the door, turning my back to examine it closely.

Rudy didn't notice me at all and brushed past me.

Once she had entered the gym, I breathed a sigh of relief and headed downstairs.

On the way back, I began browsing through the coach's social media posts, trying to find any clues.

After a long search, I found nothing but normal promotional videos.

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief; everything seemed normal, and maybe I was just overthinking.

Just as I was about to exit the social media interface, a photo caught my attention.

I clicked on it, and my mind exploded.

In the photo, Rudy was wearing that lace lingerie, lying on the bed with a seductive expression on her face.

The caption read: [Member benefits: sign up and choose from more beautiful women!]