My Gym Trainer Tried to Steal My Fortune

After my fitness trainer found out I was living off rental income, he started looking at me with pure disdain.

I thought maybe my membership had expired, so I specifically asked if my card needed renewing.

Instead, he slapped my butt hard:

Why would a girl build muscles like that? Hard and uglywho the hell would want to sleep with you?

"A woman's most important job is to spread her legs and have babies. That's your duty!"

I stumbled back two steps, instantly on guard. "What the hell are you talking about?"

He looked annoyed and reached out to touch my abs:

"Babies born to older mothers are more likely to be slow. I'm giving you a chancehave my baby now."

Then he pressed closer, wrapping his arms around me:

"After you're pregnant, I'll handle collecting the rent. You just stay home and focus on the pregnancy!"

I was completely bewildered and elbowed him hard in the ribs.

He immediately got agitated. "Don't be ungrateful! An old woman like you who flaunts herself in front of men all dayyou should be grateful I'm even interested!"

I was so disgusted I canceled my membership on the spot. He harassed me for a few days, then suddenly disappeared.

It wasn't until rent collection day that I discovered he'd been impersonating my husband and had collected three years' rent from all my tenants!

"Ms. White, your husband already collected three years of rent from all of us in this building last month. He even gave us a 20% discount. Why are you trying to collect it again?"

Looking at the payment receipt tenant Mr. Wilson showed me, I was stunned.

"My husband? I don't even have a boyfriend, let alone a husband!"

Mr. Wilson stared at me with an unfriendly expression.

"You've got to be kidding. That trainer, Evan Hayes, even showed me photos from your wedding!"

"He said you're trying to conceive right now and your emotions are unstable, so he didn't want you worrying about collecting rent. That's why he came early to handle it."

Evan Hayes was the fitness trainer who had canceled on me a few days ago and called me ungrateful.

I clenched my fists. "Call the police! Right now! This is fraud!"

A man's voice came from behind me. "Honey, haven't you made enough of a scene?"

I turned around. Evan Hayes walked up and tried to hug me.

He sighed. "I know you're mad I didn't buy you that designer bag, but we're about to be parents. We need to learn to be frugal."

"I deposited all three years of rent in the bank. It's saved for our son's education fund."

My hands trembled as I pointed at him. "Evan Hayes, are you mentally ill! Who's your wife? Who's having your son!"

Evan shook his head helplessly and patted my head.

"Jasmine, it's one thing to throw tantrums at home, but why are you acting like this in public?"

"This building may be in your name, but since we're married, it's marital property."

"What's wrong with me collecting rent for you? Do you really need to embarrass me in front of all these people?"

After hearing this, the tenants started pointing and whispering about me.

Mr. Wilson spoke up disapprovingly. "Ms. White, that's not right. You can't take your marital problems out on us tenants."

"Exactly. Your husband is just planning for your future. Why are you being so unreasonable?"

I said angrily, "I don't have time for this nonsense. I'm calling the police right now to get this straightened out!"

Evan grabbed my wrist. "Jasmine White, don't be ungrateful!"

"I'm collecting rent for your own good. Do you really want to blow this up?"

"You think I won't expose all your dirty secrets!"

I shook off his hand. "Go ahead! I'd love to see what you can possibly expose!"

Evan pulled a stack of photos from his pocket and threw them on the ground.

"Everyone look! This is her so-called single status!"

The photos scattered across the floor. I looked down, and my hands and feet went cold.

They were all photos of me working out at the gym, and several were creepy shots of me changing shoes outside the locker room.

My face flushed red. "You pervert! You've been secretly photographing me!"

Evan responded righteously, "What do you mean secretly photographing? As a husband, I'm just capturing my wife's beautiful moments!"

"You wear such revealing clothes to the gym every dayisn't that just to seduce men?"

"If I weren't so generous and forgiving, who would want a slut like you!"

The watching tenants whispered among themselves.

"Can't believe it. She looks so proper, but she's so slutty in private."

"Evan's pretty pitiful, marrying such a restless woman."

I raised my hand, but an older woman rushed out and sat on the ground, slapping her thighs. "Everyone come look! My daughter-in-law is hitting her mother-in-law and her husband!"

"What did we do to deserve this? Marrying such a curse!"

This crazy woman was actually Evan's mother!

I gritted my teeth. "You people are insane! I don't even know you!"

Evan's mother got up from the ground and pointed at me. "Don't know me? You're carrying Evan's baby in your belly and you dare say you don't know me!"

"Let me tell you, Jasmine White, we're keeping this rent money today!"

"If you dare call the police, I'll make a scene at your office and in your hometown. I'll make sure you can't hold your head up for the rest of your life!"

I pulled out my phone. "Hello, 911? Someone here has committed fraud, the amount is three million dollars!"

Seeing me call the police, Evan said unconcerned, "Call whoever you want. This is just a family matter. Let's see how you handle this today!"

Two police officers pushed through the crowd. "Who called the police?"

I pointed at Evan seriously. "Officers, I called. This man is impersonating my husband and defrauded three years of rent from all the tenants in my building!"

The lead officer turned to Evan. "Fraud? How much?"

Evan wore a bitter smile. "Officer, don't listen to my wife's nonsense. She's throwing a tantrum."

"She's pregnant recently, and her temper's bad. She's insisting that me managing her money is fraud."

The officer looked at me. "What's really going on?"

Before I could speak, Evan pulled out a marriage certificate and handed it over.

"Look, this is our marriage certificate."

"I'm her legal husband. Helping her collect renthow can that be fraud?"

I snatched it away. It had both mine and Evan's information printed on it, and all the details matched up.

"This is fake! I've never been married!"

"Officer, this photo is from when I registered for a gym membership. He photoshopped it onto this!"

The officer took the marriage certificate and handed it to his colleague to verify.

Evan's mother rushed over, crying. "Officers, you have to help us!"

"This woman took eighty-eight thousand dollars in wedding gifts from our family, and now that we've spent all our money, she wants to kick us out!"

I was furious. "Who took your family's money? Who's carrying your family's baby!"

"This is organized crime! This is outright fraud!"

Mr. Wilson suddenly spoke up. "Officer, I can testify. Coach Hayes really is Ms. White's husband."

"Last month when he came to collect rent, he showed us their chat records."

"Ms. White was calling him 'honey' so affectionately on SnapChat, and said all rent collection would be handled by Coach Hayes from now on."

I stared in disbelief. "Mr. Wilson, what are you talking about! When did I ever chat with him about this on SnapChat!"

Mr. Wilson curled his lip. "Ms. White, that's not cool. Coach Hayes waived two months of our rent and gave us a 20% discount."

"You two are having a fightdon't drag us tenants into it."

"We already paid the money and have receipts. You can't make us pay again, right?"

Other tenants chimed in.

"That's right. Evan's a good guy. He even helps us carry stuff sometimes."

"You're so ungrateful. Married and still seducing men outside."

"Officers, don't listen to this woman's nonsense."

Evan lifted his chin. "Honey, everyone's saying the same thing. Stop making a scene."

"Come home with me. Mom made your favorite chicken soup."

He reached for me, but I stepped back. "Don't touch me! Officers, you can check my household registration! I'm definitely unmarried!"

The officer who went to verify came back. "Ms. White, we just checked the system."

"The system shows your marital status is indeed married, and your spouse is listed as... Evan Hayes."

I was instantly stunned. "That's impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"I've never even stepped foot in City Hall. How could I be married!"

Evan spoke up. "Jasmine, did pregnancy make you stupid?"

"Last month we went to City Hall to register our marriage. You were so happy you posted about it. Now you want to deny it?"

From somewhere, Evan's mother pulled out a set of red lace lingerie and threw it in front of the officers.

"Officers, look at this! This is the lace underwear she changed out of last night!"

"If they weren't living together, where would I get her intimate clothing!"

"This woman is a slut who seduces men everywhere. She's trying to scam our family's money to support her lover!"

I stared at the lingerie through clenched teeth. "You're not just committing fraudyou're also guilty of breaking and entering!"

"Sir, that underwear was stolen from my balcony! This is a premeditated crime!"

Evan spread his hands. "Honey, that's a ridiculous lie."

"We sleep in the same bed every night. How is my mom helping you wash clothes breaking and entering?"

"Even if you don't want to acknowledge me as your husband, you can't slander my mother like this, can you?"

The tenants pointed and whispered about me.

"This woman is too much. She can even say something like that."

"Right? Her mother-in-law helps wash her underwear and she's not grateful. What an ingrate."

"Marrying a woman like thisyou've had the worst luck imaginable."

The officer looked at me helplessly. "Ms. White, since the system shows you're legally married, this rent issue is indeed a domestic property dispute."

"The police can't directly intervene. We suggest you resolve this through negotiation or legal channels."

I grabbed the officer's sleeve. "You can't leave! This really is a scam!"

"I haven't been to City Hall recently. How could I have gotten married!"

"They must have used some illegal means to tamper with the system information!"

Evan yanked me over and whispered a warning. "Jasmine White, don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."

"I already invested your three million. You can scream your head off and it won't help."

"Admit I'm your husband and I'll help you manage this building from now on. Otherwise, I'll ruin your reputation!"

I forcefully shook him off. "Get away from me! You disgusting parasite!"

Evan deliberately fell to the ground. His mother rushed over to check on him.

"Murder! She's trying to murder her husband! Sir, you saw it, right! This poisonous woman dares to assault someone right in front of you!"

"Arrest her now! She's trying to kill us!"

The officer stepped forward to separate us. "Enough! Stop this!"

"Since both sides have different stories, you'll all come back to the station with me to give statements!"

I nodded eagerly. "Fine, I'll go to the station, but I need to go back to my apartment first to get my property deed and proof of single status!"

"All my documents are in the safe in my bedroom. Once I get them, I can prove he's lying!"

The officer agreed.

When we got back to my place, I pulled out my keys to unlock the door, but after turning it twice, the key got stuck.

I tried to keep turning when Evan pulled me aside. "Honey, did you forget again?"

"Yesterday you complained the old lock wasn't safe and insisted I get someone to install a fingerprint lock."

"You just set the password yourself. How did you forget already today?"

He pressed his finger to the scanner. Fingerprint recognized successfully.

The door opened. All the furniture and decorations inside had changed.

Wedding photos of Evan and me hung on the wall. Men's socks were tossed on the sofa. Health supplements sat on the coffee table.

I held onto the door frame, my whole body cold.

His mother pushed past me and walked in. "This floor is so dirty. What kind of wife are you?"

"Hurry up and get in here to mop! Don't embarrass yourself out there!"

I pointed at the wedding photo on the wall. "You photoshopped this too! What exactly are you trying to do!"

Evan leaned close to me. "What am I trying to do? Of course I want to have a good life with you."

"Your house, your money, your bodythey're all mine from now on."

"If you dare disobey, I'll let everyone online know that you, Jasmine White, are a marriage-scamming whore!"

With that, he gently took my hand. "Let's go explain everything properly to the officers at the station."

Sitting in the mediation room at the police station, my hands were clenched into fists.

Evan sat across from me and spoke. "Sir, I really don't know what's gotten into my wife today."

"She said before that collecting rent was too tiring for her, and she insisted on handing it over to me. She even wrote me an authorization letter."

He pulled out documents from his bag and handed them to the officer. "Look, it has her personal signature and fingerprint."

The officer took the authorization letter to examine it. "Ms. White, the signature on here really is your handwriting. Do you have anything to explain?"

I stared at the signature on the authorization letter. It was indeed my handwriting.

But I never signed this document.

Suddenly, I remembered a few days ago when Evan had me sign what he called a fitness assessment form.

I had just finished working out and signed it without thinking, even adding my fingerprint.

"He tricked me into signing this! That was a gym assessment form, not any authorization letter!"

Evan shook his head. "Jasmine, your lies are getting more and more ridiculous."

"You didn't just sign ityou even recorded a video for me, saying you were worried the tenants wouldn't believe me."

"Sir, I have video evidence."

He pulled out his phone and played a video. In it, I was sitting on a sofa, smiling and greeting the camera.

"Hello everyone, I'm Jasmine White. Because I'm trying to conceive and not feeling well lately, all rent collection matters for this building will be fully handled by my husband, Evan Hayes."

"I hope everyone will cooperate with his work. Thank you."

The voice and expressions were exactly like mine.

I reached for the phone. "This is fake! This is an AI-generated video! Look carefully! The lip movements don't match! This is forged!"

The officer pulled the phone away. "Ms. White, please calm down!"

"From the evidence we currently have, you are indeed legally married, and you did authorize him to collect rent."

"If you insist the video and signature are forged, you need to provide solid evidence."

"Otherwise, we can only determine this is an ordinary domestic dispute."

I collapsed into my chair. The household registration system was tampered with, the signature was obtained through deception, the video was faked, and even my house was occupied.

Evan had set up an elaborate scheme to swallow my assets.

Mrs. Hayes rolled her eyes at me. "Sir, just ignore her. She's pregnant and not thinking clearly."

"Once she has the baby, she'll settle down naturally."

"Let's go, son. Let's take her home. Don't embarrass ourselves here anymore."

Evan walked over and put his arm around my shoulder.

With his back to the officers, he whispered to me, "You're finished."

I looked at his face. "Evan Hayes, do you think you've already won?"

Evan froze. "What trick are you trying to pull now?"

I turned to the officer. "Officer, I'm involved in illegal fundraising. Please immediately freeze all assets under my name."