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

As a competition.

As a hierarchy with him at the top.

My hands clenched at my sides. “They don’t worship me,” I said. “They trust me. There’s a difference.”

Mark scoffed. “Trust doesn’t pay rent.”

That was such a weird, cold sentence that I almost laughed again.

“We’re not talking about rent,” I said. “We’re talking about three living beings.”

“We’re talking continue reading …