Chapter 1No 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. Only then did I know that a small front desk person had arrived in the company.

On the other end of the phone, the special assistant’s voice was very low, "Madam, I saw Mr. Douglas kissing her feet. He also shared a box lunch with her. I heard that she seemed to be pregnant..."

"Since you are so kind to me, I can't bear to keep you in the dark."

After hanging up the phone, I calmly drafted the divorce agreement.

Maxime Douglas, we’re done here.

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Early the next morning, I went straight to the top of the Douglas Group.

Special Assistant, Fabian Reese, turned pale when he saw me.

I glanced at Maxime's office. Documents were scattered all over the floor.

Maxime, who would burn his clothes if anyone touched them, was now pinning a woman to the ground and kissing her fiercely.

There was a squeaking sound and the woman inside raised her eyes to look at me, with no fear in her eyes.

I recognize her facial features. Two months ago, she was a newly hired intern.

Because I knocked my bag off, Fabian was so scared that he bowed repeatedly, "It must be hard for you."

I said hello to Fabian and pushed the door open directly.

With the "Bang" sound, the door banged against the door latch loudly.

The two were frightened and separated.

I thought that if he was caught red-handed, Maxime would at least panic and explain.

Or at least a hint of shame.

But he didn't.

He just frowned and looked at me in confusion. "Didn't I tell you that you need to change into sterile clothes when entering my office?"

Keeping everything clean had always mattered most to him and I followed that rule.

But now it did not seem to matter anymore. The girl’s sweat mixed with his and he didn’t care at all.

Susan Mason was disheveled and her face was flushed as she explained, "Madam, don't get me wrong. I was just delivering documents and accidentally fell down. Mr. Douglas helped me."

Although she was talking to me, her eyes were measuring Maxime's reaction.

That girl was seven years younger than me. Young, fresh and unaware of life and death.

I ignored her and threw the divorce agreement in Maxime's face. The freshly printed paper still had a faint scent of ink on it.

Maxime's brows deepened. He must hate this smell.

After all, in our house, everything had to go through a disinfectant before it appeared in front of him.

Maxime glanced at the agreement on the ground with his peripheral vision and sighed helplessly.

"Amber, I told you, those things belong to Landon, can you please stop making trouble?"

Landon Douglas was his cousin and one of his few friends.

But when he lied, he forgot that Landon had been abroad for three months.

And he never rented out his car because he thought it was dirty.

However, he was not the only one with mysophobia. I was also disgusted by an unfaithful marriage.

"Sign and get divorced. This is the best outcome for us."

I refused to give in an inch and he laughed angrily, "Why bother? You know my parents and grandpa won't agree."

"After marrying you, I haven't looked at another woman, just once."

"You do what Mrs. Douglas should do and turn a blind eye, isn't it okay?"