My Husband Chose to Save His Lover's Daughter

While driving to work, I noticed droplets of liquid clinging to the car windows. Touching them, I found the texture slightly sticky, and they carried a faint fruity scent.

I never use anything like this, so I called my husband. "Did you spray some air freshener in the Porsche? Why does it smell like fruit?"

On the other end of the line, he hesitated for just a second before offering a sincere explanation. "Remember that class reunion I went to? One of my buddies drank too much and threw up in the car. I didn’t want you to be upset, so I sprayed some perfume to cover it up."