Ozempic H*es: I Only Went to the Gym to Spy On My Ex Now I’m Sleeping With His Trainer

HER POV

He dumped me and told me I’d never bounce back. Said I was washed. Said I’d never be wanted again unless I got my body back on clearance.

So I joined his gym.

Then I started fucking his trainer.

Now I’m shooting up Ozempic like it’s my religion, filming my workouts in nothing but spite and lip gloss, and sending the clips straight to the man who said I was disposable.

This isn’t a glow-up. It’s revenge. And I’m not stopping until every inch of me screams you fumbled.

But somewhere between the locker room orgasms and the weight loss highs, his trainer started looking at me like I wasn’t just a weapon.

He started touching me like I was his.

And I don’t know if I want to burn my ex to the ground or let this new man build me from the wreckage.

TOMMY’S POV

She walked into my gym like she was hunting someone.

Leggings sprayed on. Attitude in every step. A mouth made for bad decisions.

I knew who she was. Knew her ex. Used to train that clown. He fired me when he realized I cared more about his girl’s potential than his ego.

Now I train her.

Hard.

She wants transformation. I give her the needle, the workout, the come-on-your-knees motivation. She says it’s just about revenge, but I see the way she looks at me when no one’s watching.

She thinks I’m the distraction.

Nah. I’m the payoff.

And I’ll fight anyone who says she’s not worth it, even if that includes the girl herself.

You want Ozempic Hes* if:

💉 You like your heroines petty, pretty, and high off power

🥊 You want locker room fights and locker room fucks

🎥 You crave sex-tape drama, exes getting humbled, and trainers with plug energy

🖤 You believe black hood luxe means filthy love, first-person truth, and no soft landings unless it’s face-first on a bench press

This isn’t a redemption arc. It’s a ruin-me-right love story.

Say yes, and let it wreck you.