To a woman, the definition of cheating is so damn broad it includes everything from a harmless conversation with a female coworker to a passing glance at another woman on the street. It doesn’t have to be real. It doesn’t have to be proven. All she needs is a feeling. If she can twist an innocent moment into a betrayal, it gives her the moral exit she’s looking for. She finds a reason to leave, and in her mind, her conscience is clean. Whether her accusations are fact or fiction, it doesn’t matter. The end goal is the same. If she calls it cheating, it becomes justification. And in a divorce court, that justification can translate into half of everything the man owns.
