I, Who Diligently Played the Role of a Fragile Flower, Was Exposed

I blew my cover in the eighth month of my one-year contract marriage to the CEO.

While Ethan Gray was working out shirtless, glistening with sweat, I got distracted by his sculpted body. Absent-mindedly cleaning the floor, I casually tossed something in my way onto the couch.

The next second, Ethan's eyes widened in shock, time stood still, and I froze in horror.

Holy crap! I had just tossed a 90-pound barbell!

With one hand! My left hand!

01

Ethan Gray had been away on a business trip for over two weeks and finally returned home. Well, "home" might not be the right word - this luxurious mansion in Crescent Bay was just one of many properties he owned.

The only difference was that I - his wife in name only - lived here.

At that moment, he was working out in the gym, drenched in sweat. I had deliberately changed into a white dress and was slowly wiping the floor with a cloth.

He glanced at me and frowned, "You don't need to do this."

"It's okay," I smiled softly, lowering my head slightly. The angle of my lowered head and falling strands of hair were all carefully designed to appear delicate and lovable.

"I'm too weak, so doing some housework is like exercise for me."

Since the sugar daddy rarely came home, I had to make sure he saw how hardworking and diligent I was, especially considering the $20,000 he paid me each month!

Hearing my explanation, he didn't try to dissuade me further. "Do as you wish, then."

He continued exercising while I diligently cleaned the floor.

Perhaps it was too hot from the workout, so he took off his shirt. From an angle he couldn't see, my eyes instantly bulged like saucers.

That muscular upper body, with well-defined lines and muscles, sweat dripping from his neck down to his chest, abs, and those irresistible V-lines...

Ahem... I shook off the inappropriate thoughts and casually tossed something on the floor onto the couch.

Wait a minute! What did I just throw?!

I snapped back to reality and saw what I had tossed onto the couch. My pupils dilated in shock.

Holy crap! I had just tossed a 90-pound barbell!

With one hand! My left hand!

I was done for. My vision went black, and I don't know how long it took before I mechanically turned my head to meet Ethan Gray's dumbfounded face.

He looked at me, then at the barbell, then back at the barbell, and finally back at me, his expression bewildered.

I forced out a dry laugh, "When did the gym buy foam barbells? I'll throw it away!"

As I said this, I was about to move it.

"Don't move!" Ethan stopped me, walking over with a cold smile. "Do you think I'm blind?"

He reached out with his long, strong hand and gripped the bar. Taking a deep breath, he flexed his arm muscles and lifted...

But it didn't budge...

Ethan's face darkened as he stared at me with those piercing eyes. "90 pounds, one-handed. Well done, Zoey!"

I wanted to cry but had no tears. My mind raced, but my mouth moved faster than my brain.

"Well, is there a possibility that... you're...