She Ate His Leftovers,So I Made Her Eat Everyone's

Three years of marriage, and because my wife had severe germaphobia, we'd always kept our meals strictly separate.

Until the day I walked in on her eating with her young assistant.

He'd left half a bowl of rice unfinished. She picked it up and ate every last grain.

I didn't make a scene. Instead, the next day, I organized a group dinner.

When the meal was winding down, I scraped everyone's leftovers into her bowl.

"Eat up. Wouldn't want to waste food, right?"

She didn't say a word. But her little assistant lost it first.