He hated cats, especially this one hiding among his books. Millicent adopted it because she felt sorry for it. She liked to rescue things and help people. She was so good, it nauseated him. Everyone said that he was lucky to have such a devoted wife but he didn’t think so. If it weren’t for his career, he would divorce her.
There was a brown envelope on his desk. He opened it and his face turned white. Inside, were racy photos of him and Yvonne, his Jamaican mistress. But how…? He read the note. “Cat’s out of the bag, Judge.”