Author's note: Have more faith in them.

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The silence was deafening. Taeyeon refused to get closer, and when Tiffany tried to shorten their distance, she moved away.

“Tae–”

“You never learn!” Taeyeon yelled making the other flinched. “How could you do this to me?! I trust you! Why did you do this behind my back?! Have not I done enough for you?!”

Tiffany didn’t say anything. She bit her upper lip, suppressing the tremble as she looked at her lover ranting like a mad woman.

“You know exactly what she wants from you. Why can’t you see that, huh?! Are you really that blind?! She’s trying to destroy us and you let her!”

“No, she’s not. You’re the one who try to break us apart.” Her voice cracked when she said that.

“Did you hear yourself?!”

“Stop.” Tiffany exhaled a frustrated breath. “Stop yelling at me. The babies are asleep. I want to talk to you. This won’t solve anything.

Taeyeon turned away. With her hands on her hips, she tried to keep herself together. Anger, disappointment and fear had fused into one. It was confusing and painful.

“Taeyeon, look at me, please…”

“I need a break.” Taeyeon caressed her neck in attempt to ease the tension. “I’m a mess. I can’t think. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What do you mean break? You don’t get a break in marriage, Taeyeon. Break means divorce. You – you can’t possibly – no. Y – you–”

“No.” Taeyeon lifted her head, facing the wall. “It’s not that. I need time out. I need time to think and figure everything out.”

“Do you still love me?”

“I do. This is not the best moment of our lives. Maybe, there are things that I have not understood about you, me. We’ll work something on it but now, I want to be alone. Just let me be.”

“You can’t even look at me anymore.” Her chest felt so heavy. The pressure was too much. She didn’t know where Taeyeon stand. Explanation would be useless. She won’t listen. Giving her what she wanted was the best option, at least for now. “So you’d walk out from this house? Or you want me to go?”

“Neither.” Taeyeon held the doorknob. “I’m not willing to compromise my children. They don’t deserve it. I’ll take the spare room.”

Then Taeyeon left. Tiffany finally let the tears fell.

Was it really a huge mistake? She didn’t do anything wrong. She never even had a meeting without other people in the room. She was being professional. She didn’t cheat on Taeyeon. Why did Taeyeon accuse her, treat, blame her like the bad guy?

Maybe, Taeyeon didn’t love and trust her as much as she claimed.

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She had calmed down.

It was almost dawn and she was not even a little bit sleepy. It was horrible to lie on this bed – or any bed without her wife beside her. The emptiness was horrifying.

“You’re the one who try to break us apart.”

The more she thought about this specific sentence, the more confusion she got. Why her? She didn’t do anything. The fault was not hers.

What did Tiffany mean by that? Right, she probably should ask earlier. She was so angry that she wouldn’t bother to hear Tiffany’s reason, to let her explain. The classic, stupid and selfish mistake she always made.

Taeyeon sighed as she turned to the left. Left was supposed to be Tiffany’s side of the bed. The unoccupied space troubled Taeyeon to no end. The other side of her, the gentle, soft, rational one had screamed to get her off the bed and be in where she should be – a room away from here, in Tiffany’s comfortable arms.

“Okay, let’s think about it thoroughly.” Taeyeon sat up straight. “It’s just a job, Taeyeon. Taking a job from an ex is not a crime. It is not an infidelity, unless she did something – god damn it, let’s not go there.” Taeyeon buried her face in her hands. “Um… when she said I am the one who try to break us apart, why? There are possibilities but maybe it’s because I act so insecure and stupid over nothing.”

“But why did she have to hide it from me?” She wetted her lips. “Well, probably because I’d say no immediately. Then when will she tell me? After it’s done? What is her purpose? Why am I asking myself and not her?”

“Whatever. I’m gonna sleep.”

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

Twenty seven min–

“Screw this. I can’t do this.” Taeyeon abruptly kicked the blanket. She quietly crossed the hall. As she arrived before the master bedroom door, she raised her hand hesitantly.

Most likely, Tiffany will yell at her – no, she wouldn’t do that. Not when the triplets were home. Unlike her, Tiffany was very considerate. Cold shoulder, yeah, that was possible.

Carefully, Taeyeon opened the thick door. Soon, her eyes met Tiffany’s. The latter was sitting straight on the bed with swollen eyes and red cheeks. Taeyeon stuck on the spot, didn’t know what to do.

She gulped, feeling incredibly guilty. She slowly closed the door and leaned on it. “I’m not used to sleep without you.”

“…”

“Say something, please.”

“You have not changed. Why can’t you change?”

“I’m sorry.” Taeyeon muttered under her breath. “I’m so sorry.”

Tiffany lifelessly dragged her feet towards her wife. Taeyeon closed her eyes, ready for the impact of Tiffany’s wrath. She held her breath when Tiffany grabbed her face. Unexpectedly, instead of a punch, she received a deep, long kiss instead. Taeyeon instinctively wrapped her arms around Tiffany’s body.

“You’re crazy and I hate you.” Tiffany mumbled between the kisses. “I hate you for shouting, I hate you for your ego, thoughtlessness, for blaming me for nothing, for not trusting me. I hate you, Kim Taeyeon.” She massaged Taeyeon’s scalp softly. “Don’t make me doubt what we have.” Tiffany breathed out.

“Don’t.” Taeyeon rested her head on Tiffany’s. “We’ll work something out.”

“Work what out?” Tiffany stared at Taeyeon’s eyes intently. “I’m trying to prove myself to you, over and over again. Keeping it as a secret is not going to last forever. Once it’s over, I will tell you. Just so you know nothing’s change. Catherine or whoever it is will not replace you. So I’m not sorry, Taeyeon. I really am not.”

“She has a hidden agenda and you know it.”

“Who cares? It must be you because frankly, I don’t. It doesn’t work one way, Taeyeon-ah. I don’t care about her feelings. I said yes to you, didn’t I?”

“I don’t like her.”

“You’re an adult. Stop acting like a child.”

“But–”

“Let me ask you a question. Should Jihee come to the hospital, bleeding and all that. Will you call me just to ask my permission to help her? Will you tell me at all?”

“It’s a matter of life and death. It’s not the same. Catherine is not dying–”

“But her company is.” Tiffany cut her off. “Her company is dying, Tae. That’s why I help her. I look at the file, I listen to her. It’s a three months contract. Hopefully, she will recover by then because I know I can’t do it longer than that.”

“You should’ve told me.”

“What good would it do? Your biggest problem is you don’t listen to things that you dislike. Would you put a thought if I told you sooner? Would you even consider it? I don’t think so. It’d only make you suspicious of