No More Us, Ex-Husband

My husband had a cold personality and was a pathological mysophobia.

Not only did I had to apply for sex once a month, but he even had to disinfect me inside and out three times before he would touch me.

But on his 30th birthday, I found a whole box of used condoms and a bottle of sweet girly perfume in his passenger car.

Facing my question, he turned the steering wheel skillfully without changing his expression, "I lent my car to Landon the day before yesterday."

I remained silent and turned to contact his special assistant.