His Mysophobia Was Only For Me
Language: en
For five years, my husband and I never had any intimate contact, all because he suffered from severe mysophobia. Outsiders mocked me for failing to provide an heir, and my mother constantly forced bitter herbal concoctions down my throat. I always understood his unique condition and silently endured everything. Until that day, I went to his company to deliver soup, only to walk in on him passionately kissing a twenty-year-old intern, even engaging in more explicit acts. In that moment, various past scenes flooded my mind: once, when I fainted from low blood sugar and accidentally touched…