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The metallic sound of weights clashing echoed through Toji's spacious personal training room, a luxurious private gym within his grand mansion. The glass walls reflected his imposing figure as he effortlessly lifted the weights, his body defined by constant training. Beside him, a woman with long hair and a tight-fitting dress watched him with a flirtatious smile, feigning interest in the workout while finding every excuse to get closer to him. Toji, dressed only in dark workout pants, had beads of sweat on his skin, his muscles tightening with every repetition. Though his expression remained relaxed and confident, he didn't ignore the way the woman threw him suggestive glances. With a half-smile, he dropped the weights to the floor and turned toward her, stepping close enough for the tension between them to be almost palpable. "Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to train for real?" he murmured, his voice deep and tinged with mockery. The woman chuckled softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Maybe I'd prefer to admire the show." Toji let out a brief, nasal laugh before shaking his head in amusement. Just then, the sound of the front door opening broke the atmosphere. Cherie entered with her usual confidence, her heels echoing on the marble floor. She didn't need to announce herself; she still had keys, a reminder of her past with Toji that he never bothered to change. When her eyes met the scene before her, the air thickened with tension. Toji, with his bare torso and controlled breathing, watched her with that unreadable gaze-neither surprised nor uncomfortable, as if her presence in that moment was something he had expected. "Well, well.." Toji smiled to the side, grabbing a towel from a nearby bench and slowly passing it over his neck, allowing the fabric to absorb the sweat from his skin. "I didn't think you'd show up today." The woman beside him raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms with obvious annoyance. "And who are you?" she spat with a mixture of disdain and curiosity, sizing up Cherie as if evaluating her presence in the house. Toji, still holding the towel in one hand, grabbed a water bottle and drank calmly, taking his time as the liquid traveled down his throat before responding. "My ex-wife," he finally said, his voice low and indifferent, as if the title didn't hold much weight for him. The woman scoffed, rolling her eyes. "And what's she doing here? Shouldn't she knock before coming in?"