The All-Male Clinic, Hidden Lies

When I brought homemade chicken noodle soup to my husband, he was still in surgery.

He was one of the most famous cosmetic dentists in the city, but he had a severe case of gynophobia.

His private clinic was staffed exclusively by men.

He once told me with tears of joy that he was lucky to have found me, or his phobia would have forced him to stay single forever.

Yet today, at the bottom of the trash bin in his private lounge, lay a crumpled tissue stained with bright pink lipstick.

It was