Whenever the moon was full, my fiancé, Colin Archer, turned into a cat. He claimed he was ruled by animal instinct and couldn't bear to be tied down. No matter how much I cried or begged, he kept finding new lovers. Colin would always wipe away my tears and say innocently, "Come on, honey. I'm not exactly human. Don't you think you're being a little too hard on me? "No matter how much fun I have out there, you'll always be my one and only wife." When I caught him cheating yet again, he still refused to admit he was at fault. "I already told you I can't control myself. I'm sick." For the first time, I didn't cry or make a scene. I simply nodded along. "You're right. I've expected too much from you all these years." My sudden change in attitude surprised him. But he didn't question it. Satisfied, he kissed my forehead. "I knew my wife loved me most. I knew you'd understand." I looked at him and smiled without a word. What he didn't know was that I had already scheduled him for a neutering procedure. The next full moon was in 7 days.