My Fiancée And Her Personal Trainer

On the way back home, I passed by the garbage bins and saw the Lego castle I'd built for Wendy dumped next to the bins.

The cleaner told me she'd saved it because her granddaughter might like it. The rest of the Lego had already gone to the dump.

Inside the castle was actually a wedding ring designed by a famous jeweller. I was going to surprise Wendy when I got home, but now there was no point.

I clutched the ring tightly in my palm and walked home.

I punched in the passcode a few times, but it kept saying "incorrect". The lock then went into lockdown.

I just laughed to myself and called a locksmith.

But when I tried to pay, my balance showed insufficient funds. I checked, and all $400,000 I stored in the account had been drained from it.

No wonder she was so quick to chuck the card at me.

I paid with another card and pushed the door open.

The interior was so different I thought I'd gone to the wrong house.

The glass cabinet where I kept my Lego was now displaying expensive sneakers.

The place was messy, with male and female clothing all over the carpet and couch.

I opened the windows to try and get rid of the smell.

I went into the studio, but it had been totally transformed into a gaming room for two.

I searched everywhere for my manuscript, the one I was about to publish, but I couldn't find it.

Had Chad thrown that out as well?

I rushed out but was stopped by Chad and some security guards he brought.

"Look at that. A leech barging in here like he owns the place."

He stood in front of me, looking down his nose.

"Security, this guy broke into my house. You know what to do."

The head guard nodded, sucking up to him. "Of course."

I was perplexed. "This is my house! What do you think you're doing?!"

Chad laughed. "This is Wendy's house. She lets you stay here. You don't own the place."

The guard chimed in.

"Mr. Luther, I believe you've transferred the property's ownership to Ms. Wendy. Please leave immediately."

I was stunned. My parents gave me this house as a birthday present. Why would I sell it?

I then remembered the agreement Wendy had asked me to sign.

She said it was a prenuptial. She asked me to sign it to offer her more security after we get married.

I loved her and I trusted her, so I signed the document without even reading it to prove my love for her.

Was that when she transferred the property?

My face went white, then red, then white again, much to Chad's delight.

"Kick him out!"

The guards grabbed me.

"Let go, I'm a homeowner!"

"You don't even have the deed, so shut your trap. Give him a good beating. I'll take responsibility if anything happens."

The guards hesitated, but Chad reminded them, "Wendy's a big property owner in this neighborhood. Offending me means offending her. Think about your salary!"

The guards looked at each other and stopped hesitating.

They punched me to the floor, and I was powerless to fight back.

Chad stood over me, hands on his hips.

"I thought the incident at the gym would have made you realize the situation you're in, but apparently not."

Images flashed in my mind. So, Chad had done it on purpose.

I couldn't stand the humiliation any more. I lunged at him, but the guards held me back.

"Stop!"

Wendy screamed from the door.