hapter 4
Watching the two of them leave, one after the other, I couldn’t help but start to recall the events that had unfolded ever since Fenny Chow came into
our home.
I had very high standards when it came to my figure. Since I was often busy with work and didn’t want to share gym equipment with anyone else, 1 had a gym built in my own home.
Fenny, being highly professional and charming, was close to my age, so I immediately took a liking to her.
But after she moved in, something always felt off. She would subtly ask about Ponto’s whereabouts, and after I went shopping, she would look at me with envy, commenting on how lucky I was to have such a good husband.
Every time she saw Ponto, she would, under the pretext of being a fitness coach, touch him up casually, then coyly say things like, “Your husband has such a great figure.” Or, “You’re so lucky, Mrs. Spencer. How do I get a husband like that?”
At first, I didn’t think much of it, brushing it off as the innocent behavior of a young girl. Besides, I trusted Ponto completely.
I was confident that he would never do anything to hurt me. It wasn’t that our marriage was perfect–on the contrary, Ponto and I were more like roommates than a married couple, always apart due to his business commitments.
But the bond between us was more than just emotional; it was tied to our
I sighed, realizing that I had let the walf in.
two families.
But it wasn’t the end of the world. As I’d told myself, the bond between Ponto and me was more important than love–it was a business alliance between two families, and that wasn’t something I was ready to throw away.
I didn’t think Ponto would want that either.
I stopped second guessing myself, quickly grabbed a jacket, and decided to go out to find Fenny and tell her she was fired. Then I would explain things
to Ponto.
If he didn’t believe me, I would have him come with me to the hospital for a check–up. The truth about whether or not I had ever given birth should be easy enough to confirm.
