My Husband and His Mother Got Rid of My Cat – But My Neighbor Helped Me Get My Revenge.
When I returned from a short trip, something felt deeply off in the house. The familiar sound of Benji’s paws on the wooden floor was gone, replaced by an unmistakable hint of perfume—Carol’s, my mother-in-law. Walking through the house, I found my husband, John, sprawled on the couch, absorbed in his phone. When I asked,…