My husband is a "good man." After his brother's unexpected passing, he took it upon himself to care for his brother's widow, out of the kindness of his heart. Not only did he give gifts on holidays, but he also became a handyman, available at any hour. Even on Valentine's Day, he was there to keep them company, fearing they might feel lonely. When I once again caught the widow, Yazmin, in a seductive nightgown, snuggling up to him in the middle of the night, I decided to file for divorce. He frowned in annoyance, "Is it really necessary to divorce over such a trivial matter?" "Yes, over this trivial matter."