I should have stopped searching. They said curiosity killed the cat, and I was one hell of a dead kitten after what I’d just found. 

I rushed to the toilet and threw up everything I’d eaten out of sheer disgust with myself. How could I have known that Mr. Muffins was a married man all along?

I didn’t remember seeing a wedding band on his finger, nor could I recall if I’d even thought to check.

But why didn’t he say anything? Why did he kiss me? Maybe he didn’t ...