She Had Germaphobia—But Only for Me — Novel

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In a world where love is overshadowed by obsession, David Weiss finds himself trapped in a marriage that seems more like a prison. His wife, Mila Galloway, is a stunning enigma—charming in public, yet cold and distant behind closed doors. Her peculiar germaphobia is not just a quirk; it’s a weapon wielded against David, isolating him while she lavishes attention on her attractive assistant, Ryan. The lines between loyalty and betrayal blur as David grapples with the realization that the woman he thought he knew has chosen another.

As tensions escalate, the façade of their perfect life begins to crumble. When David finally confronts Mila about her double standards, he discovers a world of secrets and lies lurking beneath her polished exterior. The stakes are high, and as whispers of divorce fill the air, David must decide whether to fight for a love that feels increasingly one-sided or to walk away from the woman who has made him feel invisible.

Can a marriage built on misunderstanding be salvaged, or will the truth drive them further apart? In a dance of passion and betrayal, David is about to learn that the heart's desires can be as infectious as the germs Mila fears.

She Had Germaphobia—But Only for MeChapter 1 The Germaphobe's Double Standard

Mila Galloway claimed to have a severe phobia of germs. Specifically, my germs.

She forbade me from using the restroom in her office and banned me from leaving any personal items in her workspace. I accepted this as her eccentricity—until today.

When her little assistant, Ryan Delgado, spilled coffee on his clothes, Mila didn't hesitate. She ushered him into her private bathroom to shower. Worse, she opened her desk drawer and pulled out a fresh pair of men's boxers she kept specifically for him.

Cold rage spiked through me. I grabbed her wrist, forcing her to meet my eyes.

"You claim to be a germaphobe," I said, voice low. "Why is he allowed in there when I'm banned? You won't even kiss me because of 'hygiene,' yet you keep his underwear in your desk?"

Inside the bathroom, the water stopped. Ryan's voice drifted out, dripping with mockery. "Face it, David. Big Sister just loves me more than she loves you."

Mila ripped her hand from my grip. She didn't speak—just grabbed a sanitizing wipe and furiously scrubbed the spot where my skin had touched hers. Pure disgust on her face.