I had been in my private gym for the past two hours. No matter how much my muscles struggled and screamed in pain, I kept pumping them with heavier weights. I needed to harden my muscles that were starting to weaken. Even though I was old, and I was twice her age, I had to stay fit and in shape for my wife. I wouldn’t let her make fun of me like she did yesterday. She even slept in my room, ate at my table, and lived off my money, but she cursed me like I was a disgusting piece of s**t that was just shoveled off the street.
Fuck
I hate remembering her face and her words last night. She was drunk and threw her body at me. She then got mad at me, accusing me as if I had forced her to do it all. She accused me of being a pedophile.
“Arghh...” I pumped my muscles harder.
I had to forget al
