My wife Jane’s love of fitness began as a healthy habit. But little did I know that her gym routines were hiding a shocking secret that would tear our family apart.
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Jane has always been drawn to fitness. She loved exercising, especially during her studies. Recently, however, her gym routine has taken over her life. What started as a few visits a week has turned into a daily obsession.
At first, I didn’t pay attention. Jane was 40 years old and still in great shape. She was balancing her work with looking after our children, who were five and nine.
About 18 months ago, she started going back to the gym. It fit into her schedule, so I didn’t see it as a problem. Then things changed.
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She started going every day, even on weekends. She began doing double sessions, one in the morning and one in the evening. This seemed excessive to me, especially since she was four months pregnant.
I noticed she was irritable when she missed a workout. “It’s like she’s a drug addict who needs a fix,” I thought. I expressed my concerns, but Jane got upset. “The gym is my time,” she said. I suggested we do some weight training together, but she declined.
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I confronted her one evening after she came home from the gym. “Jane, we need to talk,” I began, trying to keep my voice calm.
She sighed. “Peter, can this wait? I’m exhausted.”
“No, it can’t wait. I’m worried about you. You’re at the gym all the time. It’s not healthy, especially with the baby coming.”
Jane’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t understand. The gym helps me relax. It’s my escape.”
“Escape from what?” I asked, my frustration growing. “From me? From the children?”
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She threw her gym bag on the floor. “No, Peter. This isn’t about you or the kids. This is my time. I need it.”
“You’re doing too much,” I insisted. “You’re running out of time with us. The chores are piling up. People are starting to notice. Some even think you’re having an affair.”
Her face flamed with anger. “An affair? Seriously, Peter? This is absurd.”
“Really?” I retorted. “Because I feel like you’re hiding something. You won’t even let me join you at the gym.”
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“It’s because I need it for myself!” she shouted. “Why can’t you understand that?”
“Because it’s tearing us apart,” I said, my voice breaking. “I miss you, Jane. The kids miss you.”
Jane’s expression softened for a moment, then she shook her head. “I can’t give up, Peter. I won’t.”
We stood there silently, the distance between us widening. Finally, she picked up her bag and walked past me. “I’m going to bed,” she said quietly. “We’ll talk about this later.”
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I wasn’t lacking in confidence. I also worked out and stayed in shape for my job. But Jane’s gym obsession was different. She overexercised and neglected household chores, leaving them all to me. The people around us noticed.
They commented on her constant visits to the gym and how she had changed. Some even hinted at an affair. I was afraid to face our circle of friends and family. I felt embarrassed and ashamed. The rumors hung like a dark cloud over me.
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Every time I saw someone whisper or cast a sympathetic glance in my direction, it touched me deeply. I began to avoid social gatherings, fearing the inevitable questions and silent judgments.
Emotionally, I was a wreck. My mind was constantly racing, filled with thoughts of Jane’s strange behavior and the possibility that she was unfaithful.
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I felt betrayed, but even more so, I felt helpless. I couldn’t shake the anxiety that gnawed at me every day. My confidence was shattered, and I began to doubt myself. Was I not good enough? Had I failed as a husband? These thoughts consumed me, and it was difficult to focus on anything else.
I couldn’t ignore her anymore. I needed answers. Recently, I followed her to the gym. I waited 20 minutes before entering as a visitor. After changing, I went into the main room.
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I was stunned. Jane was there, teaching aerobics classes to about 20 men. “She must work here as a trainer,” I thought. I went to registration to check. They confirmed it—Jane gave private lessons there.
I felt relieved. That explained his absence. I decided to wait for him near the lobby. At the end of the training, the men left. But as I entered, I saw Jane kissing a man. Anger filled me.
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“What are you doing?” I shouted. “Are you cheating on me?”
Jane’s eyes widened in shock. “Peter, what are you doing here?” she stammered, backing away from the man.
“I followed you, Jane. I had to know what was going on,” I said, my voice shaking with rage. “And now I see him. Who is he?”
The man stepped forward, looking smug. “I’m James,” he said. “Jane and I… we love each other.”
“Do you love each other?” I echoed, my heart breaking. “Jane, you’re pregnant with our child. How could you do this?”
Jane’s face crumpled, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Peter. I didn’t mean for this to happen. But James and I… we connected.”
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“Connected?” I repeated, feeling a surge of bitterness. “While I’m at home, taking care of everything, you’re here with him?”
James put an arm around Jane, and I wanted to punch him. “We’ll make this work, Peter. I’ll take care of her, and the baby too,” he said confidently.
I looked at Jane, searching her eyes for any sign of the woman I married. “Is this really what you want?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
Jane nodded, her eyes full of pain. “Yes, Peter. I’m sorry. I can’t live a lie anymore.”
I turned away, feeling the weight of betrayal crush me. “Then it’s over between us,” I said, my voice hollow. “I’m going to file for divorce. And I’ll demand a paternity test.”
I walked out of the gym, my world shattered, leaving Jane in tears.
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I filed for divorce and demanded a paternity test. Jane packed her things and left with her lover.
It broke me. Our 15-year marriage ended so abruptly. Jane explained, “I finally found true love at 40.”
She was willing to share custody of our children. The paternity test confirmed that I was the father of her child.
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Months later, relatives told me that James was treating Jane poorly. He also began to act distant toward Jane, just as she had been toward me. He would pick on her whenever he got the chance and make her feel worthless.
Jane, who previously thrived on attention and affection, now needed the love and support she took for granted. James, once attentive and caring, had become cold and dismissive.
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He would leave the house for long hours, without bothering to tell Jane where he was going. The vibrant woman I once knew was a shadow of herself, living in constant anxiety and regret.
The arguments became frequent. Jane begged, “James, please talk to me. We can work this out.”
But James would snap at her, “I don’t have time for this, Jane. You’re always pestering me. Leave me alone.”
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Every harsh word and cold shoulder shook her. She realized too late the mistake she had made. The man she left me for wasn’t the loving partner she thought he would be. He made her feel insignificant and alone.
Jane began to reflect on our life together, now understanding the stability and attention they had exchanged. When we spent time with the children, she barely looked me in the eye.
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She was embarrassed by the way her life had turned out. Her once confident demeanor was now replaced by a sense of shame and regret. She tried to put on a brave face in front of the children, but I could see the pain behind her eyes.
She was haunted by the choices she had made, knowing she had thrown away a stable and loving family for a relationship that quickly deteriorated.
Surprisingly, I was amused. She deserved it for her betrayal. I moved on, focusing on our children and rebuilding my life without her.
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