My Wife, My Tormentor

For five years, my wife Seraphina' s 'purity' defined my existence.

My days were a relentless cycle of scrubbing, proving I was 'clean' enough for her.

This pristine, empty marriage felt like a lifelong sentence.

Then, a faint love bite on her collarbone sparked a flicker of doubt, quickly replaced by horror when I overheard her chilling phone call.

My wife wasn' t just cruel; she was auctioning me off.

The 'Ethan Experience' she chirped, chilling me to the bone.

Those excruciating 'cleansings' weren't about her mysophobia; they were about erasing me for her lover, Julian.