My Billionaire Husband Bought Out My Gym After I Was Slandered

To help me hit my monthly sales quota at the gym, my husband bought five hundred of my private training sessions in one go.

Right as I was leaving work with him, the gym’s topselling trainer sent me a screenshot. It was my husband's receipt. A whopping $150,000. "Not bad for a newbie.

Hooking a sugar daddy for a hundred and fifty grand?

What are you teaching him, bedroom yoga?" I replied with a blank face. "Your entire sales revenue this month isn't even a fraction of my single order, is it?" But the next morning, every single member in the gym was looking at me with dirty eyes.

All because she had posted an anonymous leak in the members' Snapchat group! [A certain trainer will do anything for sales.

She’s providing ‘special services’ for $150,000 a pop!] The moment I walked into the gym, I felt like the center of attention.

It wasn't because of my athletic body, nor was it because of my professional credentials.

It was because of the looks glued to me—a toxic mix of disgust, curiosity, and dirty thoughts.

Members were gathered in small groups, pointing at me and whispering. "That's her, right? I heard she charges a hundred and fifty grand for a night." "She looks so innocent.

I didn't think she'd play that dirty." "No wonder Fiona, our top seller, couldn't beat her.

They are playing in completely different leagues." I kept my face neutral and walked into the locker room, bumping straight into Fiona.

She was applying bright red lipstick in front of the mirror, her eyes dripping with smugness. Seeing me, she raised her voice so everyone could hear. "Oh, Chloe!

You're here so early? I thought you'd be too exhausted from 'overtime' last night to make it in today." The trainers standing around her immediately burst into laughter.

I ignored her and walked straight to my locker. But Fiona wouldn't let it go. She followed me, crossing her arms and leaning against the locker next to mine. "Cat got your tongue?

Feeling guilty? Honestly, after doing something like that, I wouldn't have the face to show up either." "But hey, I should thank you.

Your hundredandfiftygrand 'special service' really put our gym on the map." She giggled. "Now the whole fitness scene knows we have a 'MillionDollar Baby' here." I pulled out my change of clothes and slammed my locker door shut.

The loud bang echoed, making the locker room instantly silent.

I turned around and looked her dead in the eye. "Fiona, slander is illegal." She gasped as if I had just told the funniest joke in the world. "Me? Slandering you?

I didn't say a thing. I wasn't the one who posted in the Snapchat group," she said with mock innocence. "Besides, where there’s smoke, there’s fire.

If you’re so clean, why are you so scared of people talking?" Just then, the manager's assistant ran in. "Chloe, Manager Marcus wants to see you in his office right now." Fiona’s smirk widened.

She patted my shoulder with mock sympathy. "Go on. Go explain things to Marcus. After all, you’re our gym’s biggest 'hero' now."

The blinds in the manager's office were tightly shut, making the room feel suffocating. Marcus sat behind his desk, his face as dark as a storm cloud.

He slid his phone across the desk toward me.

On the screen was the anonymous post from the Snapchat group. "Chloe, how do you explain this?" I looked at him calmly. "There is nothing to explain.

This is defamation." Marcus slammed his hand on the desk. "Defamation? Every single member is talking about this! The gym's reputation is ruined!

How do you expect me to believe you?" He pointed at the screenshot of the $150,000 transaction. "You've only been here for three months. You're a rookie!

How did you sign such a massive contract? Who is this client?

Can you honestly tell me there's nothing dirty going on between you two?" His rapidfire questions made it clear he had already decided I sold my body for the sale.

I lowered my eyes. "Client information is confidential." Marcus let out a dry, angry laugh. "Fine! Confidential!

Chloe, I don't care how you got this deal, but you need to fix this right now!" "Either you get this 'sugar daddy' to come forward and prove your relationship is professional, or you take an unpaid leave until this blows over!" "I'll give you twentyfour hours to think about it.

If this isn't resolved by tomorrow, don't bother coming back." When I walked out of the manager's office, Fiona was in the hallway chatting and laughing with a few gym members.

Seeing me, she immediately came over with a fake look of concern. "Chloe, did Marcus go hard on you? Oh, it’s all my fault. I shouldn't have joked around.

Look at the mess we're in now..." A female member behind her rolled her eyes. "Fiona, you are way too nice.

Why are you even talking to someone like her?" Another male member, Brad, looked me up and down with disgusting, lingering eyes. "Hey beautiful, don't limit yourself to just one rich guy. $150,000 is a bit steep, but I can easily do ten grand for a night.

Want to think about it?" A wave of snickers went around the hallway. Fiona pretended to scold him. "Brad, stop it.

Chloe isn't that kind of person." But her eyes were dancing with joy. I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.

Without saying a word, I walked past them and headed straight to the workout floor. I still had a trial session booked. The client was a young girl in her early twenties.

When she saw me, her eyes darted away nervously. "Trainer Chloe... are we still doing the session?" I nodded. "Of course.

Let's start with a warmup." But throughout the entire session, the girl was completely distracted, constantly stealing glances at me as if she wanted to ask something.

When we finished, she whispered, "Chloe... is what they're saying... actually true?"

When I got home, Ethan was sitting on the couch watching the financial news.

He was wearing casual loungewear, and the warm lights softened the usual sharp, intimidating aura of a powerful CEO.

Hearing the door open, he turned around and smiled. "You're home.

Tough day?" I threw my bag on the entryway table, kicked off my shoes, and sat down next to him. "Not really." He instantly sensed my mood.

He turned off the TV and took my hand in his. His palm was large, warm, and filled with a reassuring strength. "What's wrong?

Did something happen?" I shook my head and leaned against his shoulder. "It’s nothing." Ethan reached under the coffee table, pulled out an iPad, and handed it to me.

On the screen was our gym's Snapchat group. There were hundreds of unread messages, and right at the top was the anonymous post. [A certain trainer will do anything for sales.

She’s providing ‘special services’ for $150,000 a pop!] The comments below were disgusting. Someone had even leaked my photo.

Although they had blurred my face, anyone who knew me could tell it was me instantly. My breathing turned heavy.

Ethan reached up, his thumb gently caressing my cheek. "Did they hurt you?" I looked into his deep eyes and shook my head. I didn't want to live under his protection forever.

I chose this job myself, and I wanted to handle the issues that came with it on my own. "No, I want to try to handle it myself first.

But if I can't," I looked at him, "then you can step in." The next morning, I forced myself to go to the gym, trying to fix things.

I gathered my courage and went to see Marcus, but he wouldn't even let me in his office. He just cracked the door open and said impatiently, "Chloe, don't annoy me.

If this isn't fixed, don't show up tomorrow!" Feeling shut out, I tried to talk to a few members I was close with to clear my name. But they all gave me the cold shoulder.

They either gave me vague excuses or mocked me in a "we all know what you did" tone, telling me to stop pretending.

Standing outside the locker room, listening to the whispers and laughter inside, I felt naked and exposed. I felt completely powerless and angry.

When I got home that night, I finally broke down and buried my face in Ethan's chest. He didn't ask any questions. He just gently stroked my back.

After a long time, he picked up his phone and made a call right in front of me. "Mr.

Sterling, about the executive fitness consultant program we discussed last time... you can go check out the gym tomorrow.

Ask for a trainer named Chloe." The person on the other end quickly agreed.

He hung up and pointed at the Snapchat IDs that had left the most disgusting comments. "These people won't see the sunrise before they learn what it means to pay for their words." His voice was calm, as if he were talking about the weather.

But I knew Ethan never made empty threats.

Suddenly, Ethan smiled. "Or, we can do this the easy way." He leaned in closer, whispering in my ear. "I can just buy the entire gym and make you the owner.

I don't like any place that makes my wife cry." I was shocked by his casual tone. "What?" "I'm serious," Ethan said, looking at me.

I pushed him away. "No, you don't have to..." Before I could finish, my phone rang. It was Marcus. His voice sounded incredibly tense. "Chloe!

Make sure you get to the gym early tomorrow. Don't be late! We have... we have a very important guest coming!" The next morning, I went to the gym as usual.

But as soon as I reached the entrance, I saw a crowd gathered around. The atmosphere felt incredibly heavy.

In the center of the crowd stood a sharplooking, middleaged man in a tailored suit.

He had two assistants behind him, and his powerful aura made it clear he was someone of high status.

Marcus was hovering next to him, bowing and scraping with a massive, brownnosed smile. "Mr. Sterling, what brings you here personally?

If you need anything, just let me know." The man, Mr. Sterling, didn't even look at him. His eyes swept across the trainer wall profile.

Finally, his gaze stopped on my photo. "Is she Chloe?" Marcus broke into a cold sweat instantly. "Yes... that's her. Mr.

Sterling, let me explain, there might be some misunderstanding here..." He thought Mr. Sterling was here to demand answers about the scandal.

The other trainers and members watched, waiting for a dramatic show. Fiona stood in the crowd, a cruel smirk plastered on her face.

She was absolutely certain that my "sugar daddy's" real wife or business partner had come to ruin me. However, Mr. Sterling's next words shocked everyone. "Misunderstanding?

I don't think so." He turned to me with a respectful smile. "Trainer Chloe, right? I am the Chief Administrative Officer of Vanguard Group. My name is Sterling." Vanguard Group!

The crowd gasped. That was one of the largest real estate conglomerates in the country, a true corporate titan. Marcus’s knees almost buckled. "Mr.

Sterling... why are you looking for Chloe? Is there something we can do?" Mr. Sterling said, "Our company is looking for a longterm fitness consultant for our executive team.

We’ve looked at several highend gyms in the city. Yesterday, Mr. Vance personally recommended Chloe to me." Mr. Vance? My heart skipped a beat. Ethan. Mr. Sterling continued, "Mr.

Vance mentioned that Chloe is highly professional, dedicated, and specializes in strength training and posture correction. That is exactly what we need.

So, I came here today to book a trial session with her." The entire gym went dead silent. Everyone’s eyes darted between me, Mr. Sterling, and Marcus.

Marcus’s face looked like a circus painting. His mouth hung open, unable to utter a single word. And Fiona’s smirk completely froze. She could never have guessed this outcome.

The socalled "sugar daddy" was a close friend of the CEO of Vanguard Group? And he had personally recommended me? This wasn't how the script was supposed to go! I met Mr.

Sterling's gaze and gave him a professional nod. "Hello, Mr. Sterling. My schedule is fully booked today, but I have an opening after four this afternoon." Mr.

Sterling smiled warmly. "Perfect. Let's do four o'clock." He turned to Marcus. "Manager Marcus, please prepare the space.

I do not wish to be disturbed." Marcus snapped out of his daze and bowed repeatedly. "Of course, of course! We will prepare our most private VIP training room for you!" After Mr.

Sterling left, the gym's atmosphere turned incredibly bizarre. The judgmental and mocking looks from earlier were replaced by shock and confusion.

Marcus jogged after me, his attitude flipping a complete 180 degrees. "Chloe, oh my, what a misunderstanding! It was all a mistake!" "That anonymous post?

I will find whoever did it! I will not tolerate this!" He rubbed his hands together, his face full of flattery. "Please prepare well for your session with Mr.

Sterling this afternoon.

If you need any equipment or an assistant, just say the word!" I stopped and turned to look at him. "Marcus, yesterday you told me that if this didn't blow over, I shouldn't bother coming back." Marcus’s face instantly turned red. "I...

I was just talking out of anger! How could I let such an amazing trainer leave?"