He Called It a “Compromise”—Until My Cats Exposed His True Heart

And Toby stays on probation. If my allergies don’t improve, Toby goes too. That’s the compromise.”

The word “compromise” landed wrong in the room—like a pretty ribbon tied around something rotten.

I stared at him. “That’s not a compromise.”

“It is,” he said. “You keep one. I keep my health. We move forward. You want marriage? This is marriage.”

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