Midnight Vows and Shattered Glass: A Decade's End

Midnight had passed, and my husband was working late again.

Seeing me sitting forlornly in the living room, he proactively handed me his phone.

"Check it."

"The passcode is your birthday."

With that, he went straight into the bathroom to take a shower.

I looked at the phone in front of me and gave a bitter half-smile.

Even if I checked it a hundred times, what was the point?

He had long since scrubbed it clean.

Shortly after, Ethan came out of the shower and pulled me into a tight embrace.

"Nothing there, right? I told you, you can trust me."