Choosing Her Boy Toy Nearly Killed Our Child

At the gym, my fitness app sent me a new update from the electronic scale.

[Great job! Your body fat today is 18%. Current weight: 125 kilograms.]

I let out a bitter laugh and lowered my head, staring at the man I’d become, panting on the treadmill, forcing myself to lose weight because my wife found me disgusting.

When I finished working out, I stopped by the café downstairs from my wife’s office and ordered a cappuccino.

A young male intern brought the cup over. As he leaned down to place it on the table, a little plush keychain hanging from his phone swayed in front of me.