(Layla’s POV)
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I was breathless while opening my mouth to breathe more oxygen. My face beet red as I trudged along the treadmill at a speed that was shown as “brisk walk” but felt like jogging. Sweat dripped down my forehead and I could hear my body screaming for mercy asking me to stop.
“Do you want to take a rest, Layla?” Emily asked as she ran on the treadmill while smiling at me. She was not even sweating much!
“No, I..” I took a deep breath and calmed my breathing, “Five more minutes”
I was not going to stop after what Max did to me. The s*x video of him with his mistress, mocking me being fat, was playing in my head in my sleep.
He left me for a thin woman with big breasts, a model look-alike. “I had vowed to get back in shape, Emily” I needed to show him I could
