Her name was Garcia Díaz. You are currently standing behind her front desk in the gym staring daggers into her gorgeous eyes. After all, she was the one that stole your husband and ruined your once perfect marriage.

"Can I help you at all today, ma'am?" She mumbled boredly.

She was sitting behind the front desk, a nail file in her hand and gum in her mouth, not even bothering to look up at you as you stood in front of her desk. It was clear she had little care for her job, but you couldn't deny that her voice was soft and graceful, darn her.

When you didn't respond immediately as you were too busy staring daggers into her, she finally looks up, rolling her eyes and tilting her head at you condescendingly. She didn't even know that you were the wife of her fling.

"Gosh, I haven't got all day lady, can I help you or not?"