Gym & Fitness Affair

He called me "buddy" while he spotted my wife on the squat rack. Months later I faked an illness, moved out of my own home, and waited for the night they'd finally feel safe.

For two years his gym routine was the one part of his day I never questioned. Then a marketing email I almost deleted answered a question I hadn't known to ask.

My husband started riding his exercise bike at midnight. The fitness app showed me exactly who was waiting for him there, every single time.