I closed them, opened Reddit, and had a nice time reading about people who overcame what I had been experiencing. I felt better. That was when I thought of sharing my own experience.
D-Day plus seven, Thursday. I started writing. I posted before going to the gym. When I was at work, it amazed me how many people were reacting to my story.
I answered some comments. D-Day plus eight, Friday. I was reading my comments and answering all morning. I was smiling.
It felt good to be appreciated. Two comments stuck in my mind, things I hadn’t thought about. One was to report the affair partner to my old gym. The other was that my home was tainted and I needed a fresh start.
So before I went to the gym, I looked for real estate agents to sell or rent my house. I am not comfortable here anymore. I haven’t entered my bedroom since D-Day. I have been sleeping in the spare room, and I don’t want to live like this.
D-Day plus nine, Saturday. Since Jane would probably come and bother me, I decided to spend the day outside. She did come. Then she visited my parents and brother.
They just texted me, “Jane came.” I answered, “Thank you. I don’t want to talk about her yet.”
D-Day plus ten, Sunday. I spent the day with my parents. We visited a town two hours from the city and had a blast. I don’t know if Jane came.
My dad told me not to sell my house, but to rent it. I agreed and went home. When I got home, Mr. P told me Baldi came in the afternoon alone again. He asked for me, but Mr. P told him I was away.
Baldi left without a word.
D-Day plus eleven, Monday. Yesterday morning, I went to my old gym. I was not sure if I would meet Baldi there. He worked in the afternoon before, but he was also sleeping with my wife in the afternoon, so I thought maybe he had changed his shift.
He was nowhere. I asked to talk to Frank, the gym owner. While I waited for him, I met an old janitor I used to chat with. He told me to say hi to Miss Jane.
I guess my new normal is telling everyone we split up. I smiled at him. Frank finally received me. I asked about Baldi.
He told me Monday was Baldi’s day off. Baldi had asked for more hours and now worked from Tuesday to Sunday in the morning. Then I explained the reason for my visit. Frank listened carefully until I finished.
Finally, I showed him the video. He stayed silent, thinking. Then he said, “You’re not going to like this.” I just thought, “What now?”
Frank called the receptionist and asked her to bring Harry, another coach and Baldi’s friend. Harry has a big beard. Frank asked him to tell me about Baldi’s girlfriend.
Fasten your seat belts. This is good. According to Harry, Baldi is head over heels for Jane. Frank confirmed it.
He told me Baldi had many complaints, especially from female members. But over the last months, he had changed. No complaints. He had become very professional with all the members.
Then Harry told me something that made my jaw drop. Baldi was trying to marry Jane by baby-trapping her.
I was processing this information when I felt something starting in my chest. It climbed up my throat and finally blew up in my mouth. I laughed. I swear, I was laughing like the Joker.
I even teared up a bit. Frank and Harry were very confused. I thought, “Oh, sweet karma. Thank you.”
After I calmed down, still with a big grin on my face, Harry asked what was going on. Frank explained, “This is Baldi’s girlfriend’s husband.”
Harry made a shocked face. “Oh man. This is bad. This is really messed up.”
Harry left. Next, Frank and I discussed firing Baldi. Frank said he had to report the situation to the coach association. He would surely have to fire Baldi because Jane had been a gym member at Frank’s gym.
That could have legal repercussions for Baldi’s licenses as a coach. I needed to make a legal document explaining that Baldi was the reason for my divorce, the case number of my divorce, and the video. My attorney would give the video to the coach association’s attorney. I cannot share it myself.
Baldi will lose his license from that association. He could go to another association and apply for another license, but it would take months. I asked if Baldi could appeal. Frank said he might, but it would be a waste of energy.
The association does not tolerate such conduct. Also, Baldi does not have the money to pay for someone to represent him. That reminded me of the residential area where he had entered with Jane. I had thought Baldi was wealthy.
Frank brought his face closer to me and asked, “What residential area?” I showed him on the maps app.
“You tailed them to this place?” he asked.
“I did, on D-Day minus one.”
Frank got angry. “That is where my late father’s house is.”