The Stray Kitten

Summary

It was the tenth year of our relationship.

I accidentally answered his phone.

"Julian, our furball just had a litter of kittens."

It was a gentle, sweet female voice. The caller ID read: [Little Kitten].

"He's in the shower. Call back later," I said, my voice ice cold, before hanging up.

That night, Julian went crazy, snatching his scattered clothes off the floor, throwing them on, and rushing out the door.

And I? I smashed our "home" to pieces, erasing every single trace of myself.

Then, I boarded a flight out of the country.

Three years later, Julian cornered me on a resort island.