My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 19

Lauren was thrown out by her own family. Her son, too, had been dragged by Max and dumped right outside the door. The fury that rose in her chest made her want to curse out loud.

What now?

Her only choice was to go find Ray. But no matter how long she knocked on the door of his villa, no one answered. She waited until evening, and still, not a single light came on inside. She stood there dumbfounded.

Was he not living here anymore?

Where could he have gone?

Senna City was enormous, and Ray, with his 40 million in assets, could be anywhere. Maybe traveling around the world, maybe lost in one of his countless distractions. How was she supposed to find him?

At that moment, all she felt was a mixture of anger and regret.

Not regret for trying to make him her fallback plan. No–she regretted agreeing to the divorce so quickly.

If she’d just stalled one more day–no, even half a day–she could’ve walked away with 20 million.

Ray, meanwhile, was drenched in sweat at the gym.

He’d hired a professional trainer, and a nutritionist, too.

Three months. That was the goal he’d set for himself—to completely transform his body, to build something strong and enduring.

“Hmm, Ray, your physical stats are really impressive,” said Keisha Grande, his trainer. She was strikingly attractive, and that was no accident.

Why a female trainer? The logic was simple. Training often required physical contact. With another man, that might get awkward. With a woman–especially a beautiful one–there was no such problem. And it didn’t hurt that the view was pleasant.

“Oh?” Ray glanced at her, intrigued.

Keisha pointed at the data on her tablet. “Overall, your physical condition ranks above ninety–nine percent of the population. You said you’ve never trained before, right? It’s hard to imagine how far you could go once you start.”

She paused awhile, thinking. “You could probably become a professional athlete.”

Ray blinked. That couldn’t be right.

The machine must’ve glitched, surely. His body had always been average–years of 9–to–9 workdays, lingering shoulder pain, aching joints. How could he suddenly outclass nearly everyone else?

Unless… being reborn had somehow improved his body.

If that were true–well, that was great news.

He smiled. “Then I’m curious to see it for myself. Tell me, do you think I still have a shot at representing our country?”

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Keisha laughed. “Afraid not. Unless you can outperform the national team.”

“Ha!” Ray laughed too.

Then the real training began.

There was inevitable contact during the exercises, though Ray never once took advantage of it. If anything, he seemed detached, focused only on form and rhythm.

Keisha was undeniably attractive–maybe not quite at Lucy’s level, but years of fitness had sculpted her body into something powerful and graceful. Her curves, especially her hips, were full and rounded.

Ray noticed, of course. But that was all. He didn’t dislike her, yet he wasn’t particularly drawn to her either.

They trained in intervals–sets, rest, repeat–for three solid hours.

Private lessons with Keisha weren’t cheap–250 dollars per hour. Today’s 3–hour session alone cost 750–more than most people could ever justify spending on exercise.

That was why Keisha treated clients like Ray with

btra enthusiasm. A little too much enthusiasm, maybe.

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