After My Mysophobic Wife Got Dirty, I Didn't Want Her Anymore.

My wife suffers from severe mysophobia. In three years of marriage, we have always shared meals. Until that day, I witnessed her assistant drinking water from her cup openly. I thought my wife would be furious and smash the cup, just like she had done to me countless times in the past. But no. She just picked it up calmly, took a sip, and said something with a smile, while the assistant responded with a doting look on her face. The atmosphere between the two was so harmonious that it seemed like I was the outsider. At that moment, I suddenly realized that this seemingly happy marriage had come to an end. I neither cried nor made a fuss, and quietly collected evidence to prepare for the division of property. Until the day of the divorce, my wife's eyes were red and she gritted her teeth and asked me. "Jinnian, have you ever truly loved me even for a moment?" I hugged the sweet and lovely female companion next to me and raised a sarcastic smile at the corner of my mouth: "But is it important that a dirty woman has money?"