Miku made sure that Ace was fast asleep before she even dared to move.
The sound of his slow, steady breathing filled the dimly lit room, and for a moment, guilt pressed heavily on her chest.
She sat by the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling slightly as she brushed a stray lock of hair from his face.
He looked peaceful—too peaceful for the storm that she carried within her heart.
She didn't want to hurt him any more than she already had. That was why she waited.
She waited until the clock struck midnight, until the world outside their home was silent and still, until her conscience could no longer argue with her resolve.
She rose quietly, every step careful not to make the floorboards creak.
Unbeknownst to her, Ace would never discover the truth about what was happening behind his back.
Even if he had heard her voice that night—her cries muffled against Ross's skin—he would have never believed such a betrayal possible.
