My stepson needs money for college. My husband asked me, but I refused. I said, “My cat needs surgery, it’s urgent!” My husband just nodded and smiled.
Two days later, my cat went missing. My blood boiled when my husband sweetly said, “Your cat has been taken to the vet.”
I blinked. “What?”
He reached into his coat pocket and held out a receipt.
“I took him in yesterday. I figured, since you were so stressed, I’d take care of it myself.”
“Without telling me?”
“You were napping. And I thought it’d be a nice surprise.”
The words twisted in my chest.
My cat, Whiskers, had been sick for a week. He had trouble breathing, and the vet said he needed a small procedure to remove a blockage. I’d been scraping together money while my husband, Darren, kept asking about helping his son, Luke, with tuition.
Luke was 19, and we’d only been married for three years. I loved the boy, but he wasn’t mine. Still, I nodded slowly.
“So he’s okay?”
“He’s fine. Still at the clinic, but the vet said he’ll be ready to come home tomorrow.”
I wanted to be relieved. But something didn’t sit right.
Later that night, I called the vet clinic. They had no record of Whiskers being brought in. I didn’t say anything right away.
I just sat there on the couch, staring at Darren as he scrolled through his phone, totally at ease. “Hey,” I said casually. “Which clinic did you take Whiskers to?”
He looked up.
“The one on Elm.”
“They say he wasn’t there.”
His eyes flicked for just a second. “Maybe they didn’t update their system. I’ll call them tomorrow.”
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