My Germaphobe Wife's Dirty Affair

My wife, Evelyn Shaw, is a germaphobe. She makes us sleep in separate rooms, and even our laundry has to be done separately.

She also throws out any dishes or utensils I use, claiming they're filthy.

On our wedding anniversary, I find a man's tie and a half-smoked cigarette in her spotless car.

When I confront her, she casually smooths her hair without even looking at me.

"It belongs to a coworker I gave a ride to. He accidentally left it behind."

I don't say a word. One call to Claire Bennett, her company's biggest rival, tells me everything I need to know.