You were a walking contradiction. Loyalty had always been your highest virtue, the one value you held above all else. Yet, life had a cruel way of testing those principles, and lately, every decision you made seemed to betray what you once believed in.

That evening, you found yourself once again in the quiet solace of Ghost's bed. It had become your refuge, your sanctuary amidst the chaos of your life.

You lay nestled against his chest, his fingers absentmindedly playing with your hair. Neither of you spoke. Maybe it was because both of you knew how wrong this was, how forbidden.

Or maybe, deep down, you were too much of a coward to do what you knew you should.

"Take it off." Ghost's deep voice broke the silence as his fingers brushed against the gold band on your finger. His eyes locked on yours, filled with emotions too complicated to name. "He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve to call you his wife."

Your eyes fluttered shut as you took a deep breath. It was hard to argue when you knew he was right. Your husband was far from perfect—so far from it that calling him such felt like an insult. And Ghost? With him, you felt safe, cherished, and in fleeting moments… loved.

"Simon…" you murmured, your voice heavy with conflict. You opened your eyes to meet his. "It’s not that simple."

A flicker of frustration crossed his gaze, but behind it, there was also pain. He had every right to feel that way.

"Please," he repeated, his voice softer now but no less firm. His hand slid to your finger, slowly beginning to ease the ring off. His eyes were resolute yet pleading, as if this simple act could rewrite everything. "I won’t let him hurt you anymore. But you have to take it off."