The Cat That Exposed His Affair

When my husband's cat sank its teeth into my ankle for the twelfth time, something inside me finally snapped.

"Joshua, today it's either me or the cat. If that animal stays, I go!"

Blood trickled down my skin, staining my sock, yet Joshua didn't even glance at the wound. Instead, he scooped up the hissing creature and cradled it against his chest, soothing it with a tenderness he rarely showed me.

"Paige, it's just a beast. Why take your anger out on him? You startled him."

For a long time, I convinced myself he was simply an animal lover.