My Fiancée And Her Personal Trainer

He picked up the ring, inspected it, and snorted.

"Is this the wedding ring you bought for Wendy? Looks cheap. Even the diamond looks cheap."

The wedding ring I had flown to Italy to have custom-made by a master craftsman was thrown at my face like it was garbage.

"No wonder Wendy can't stand you. After sponging off her for so many years, you're not even willing to spend a bit of money on her."

The sharp ring cut my face, leaving a bloody mark.

As if he felt sorry for Wendy, Chad repeatedly kicked my back in a venting rage.

"Don't let me see you anywhere near her again! I know you like to draw comics to coax her into spending money on you. Let's see how you'll trick her now!"

He heavily stomped on the back of my right hand, grinding his shoe hard.

I screamed in agony, desperately clawing at his ankle with my other hand.

My weak resistance earned me a sinister grin from him, and he increased the pressure, almost pushing my hand into the floor.

This hand, which had recorded every sweet moment in my relationship with Wendy through drawings, was now trampled on by her new lover.

The commotion quickly attracted the neighbors' attention.

"Didn't he say he was a comic artist? Turns out he's just leeching off a woman."

"He takes shortcuts because he's good-looking. Now that he's dumped by his sugar mama, he's desperately trying to win her back."

"He even picked the cheapest diamond ring. No wonder the sugar mama chose a younger guy."

The ridicule pierced my heart like needles.

Wendy, the woman I had given everything to, was looking at me coldly, as if she were looking at a stranger.

She let them mock me, insult me.

Chad only stopped when he got tired. I lay on the ground like a half-dead dog, barely hanging on to consciousness.

Only then did Wendy slowly walk up to me.

After the previous two times my hopes were shattered, my heart was already numb.

Sure enough, she looked down at me, took out her phone and transferred money to me like she was giving money to a beggar.

"Take the money and stop bothering me!"

My phone received the transfer and automatically announced, "Beep, you received $10."

The surrounding crowd burst out in laughter.

I lay on the cold floor with nowhere to hide, and Wendy looked at me with the eyes of someone looking at trash.

I gritted my teeth and firmly burned this incredibly humiliating moment into my memory.

Just then, my phone rang.

Enduring the pain, I reached for my fallen phone, but Chad snatched it first.

"President?" Chad exclaimed dramatically, "Ray Luther, you actually hired someone to put on an act?"

From the other end of the phone, I heard my assistant's voice. "Who are you? Mr. Luther is the president of Cashing Corporation!"

"Cashing Corporation?"

Chad was stunned. Cashing Corporation was one of the biggest companies in the city.

If he offended the president of Cashing Corporation, wouldn't it be bad news for his father's company?!

He stared at me, eyes wide with an anxious mix of scrutiny and fear.

Wendy also looked shocked. She suddenly recalled something, and her face turned pale.

Amidst the silence, the elevator doors suddenly opened.

My assistant walked out in a suit, followed by bodyguards.

Realizing that I was not to be trifled with, the neighbors stopped watching and closed their doors.

The assistant spotted me lying injured on the floor and rushed over, pushing past Chad and Wendy.

"Mr. Luther!" he exclaimed in horror.