My husband was considered a so-called "good man."

After his good friend unexpectedly passed away, he took it upon himself to care for his friend's widow out of the goodness of his heart.

Not only did he send gifts to the widow during the holidays, but he also transformed into a handyman, available to help them anytime, around the clock.

Even on Valentine's Day and the Christmas day, he made sure to keep the widow and her daughter company, fearing they'd feel lonely.

When I saw once again, Tina, the widow, rubbing herself against him in her sexy pajamas in the middle of the night, I decided to divorce him without hesitation.

He frowned in annoyance, "Are you really going to divorce me over such a trivial thing?"

"Yes, over such a trivial thing."