Dog Hair on His Shirt Exposed His Affair,So I Destroyed Him

The moment I spotted the unidentifiable hair on my husband's pants, the blood in my veins ran cold.

Elmer Weiss had told me himself that he'd been bitten by a dog as a child. He hated dogs more than anything.

Yet this was the third time I'd found dog hair on him.

I pinched the tuft of golden fur between my fingers and kept my voice casual. "Where did this come from?"

Elmer froze for a split second, then recovered without missing a beat. "Strays have been wandering onto campus lately. Must've brushed against one on my way through."