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...
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."
