My Husband Is Allergic to Cat Fur, Yet He Still Brought One Home for Me to Take Care Of—Until the Day I Saw Him at a Café With a Woman, and the Truth Behind That Cat Left Me Frozen…

Normally, even if I talked until my tongue went dry, my husband would never allow me to keep a cat. Yet one fine day, he suddenly brought home a cat and asked me to raise it for him.

At that moment, countless questions filled my head. I couldn’t help but wonder just how close my husband and that woman really were.

Sometimes I feel like our marriage itself was a miracle. We are so different from each other. For example, he likes eating vegetables and can’t stand seafood, while I love protein-rich dishes with lots of meat and fish.

I’m an animal lover, but my husband has always hated cats and dogs. That’s why, when we got married, he insisted I give away my beloved pets. I was heartbroken, but there was nothing I could do—he was born allergic to cat fur. Just sitting near a cat made him sneeze and have a runny nose nonstop.

For years, our house had no trace of pets. And yet, just recently, my husband brought home a cat. He asked me to take care of it and even told me to prepare a room just for the cat. I was stunned, because he used to freak out whenever I so much as mentioned cats. Who would’ve thought he’d now bring one home himself?

Since then, his behavior has been strange. He never fed the cat, but he would sometimes put on a mask, go into the cat’s room, take a picture, and then quickly leave. When I asked him about it, he just said he wanted to send updates to the cat’s owner.

Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary—until one day, he said he wanted to bring the cat to visit its owner. He emphasized over and over that the owner was a man. I didn’t think much of it. Watching him leave the house in a mask, I even laughed and teased him.

But that very morning, when I met a friend at a café, I saw my husband sitting in a corner with a woman. They were talking happily, and she was busy playing with the cat. That’s when the truth began to sink in.

Later that afternoon, I confronted him at home. To my shock, he admitted that the cat’s owner was actually a woman—a colleague of his. She was going through a divorce and hadn’t settled into a new home yet, so she asked him to look after the cat.

Honestly, it all felt too unreasonable. If she needed someone to foster the cat, she could have asked anyone else—why my husband, someone who is allergic to cats? On top of that, his unusual eagerness only fueled my suspicions. I feared there was something more going on between them, but I didn’t know how to prove it.

I told him flat out that I would no longer raise the cat. I demanded he take me to meet her so we could return it. I also made it clear how uncomfortable I felt seeing how close he was getting to his colleague. Out of all the people she could have asked, why him?

My husband realized he had been wrong in this matter. When we returned home, he gently apologized and promised to keep his distance from that woman.