My wife peeled a shrimp for an intern, so I got divorced

Summary

My wife, a woman with severe mysophobia, peeled a shrimp for a male intern at a party.

I demanded a divorce on the spot.

She stared at me, her eyes wide with disbelief.

“Leo is like a little brother to me. What’s wrong with taking care of him? You want a divorce over this?”

I pulled out my phone and called her parents right in front of her.

“Heard you had another son? Didn’t know you were keeping family secrets.”