But I casually dodged him, making it seem effortless.

“I’m not feeling well,” I said, frowning.

“What’s wrong?”

I sighed. “It’s just some old issues from my miscarriage. It’ll pass in a few days.”

Hearing this, Christopher’s face froze, and he didn’t push any further.

He still felt guilty about the child.

A few days later, he left for his trip, luggage in hand.

On the very first day he checked into his hotel, I rented an apartment right across the street, with a perfect view of his room’s window.

Standing by the window, I saw Jasmine rush into the hotel, wearing sunglasses.

So, Christopher wasn’t here for business after all. I gripped the curtains tightly, unable to quell the burning rage inside me.

I took out my phone and dialed Asher’s number.

“Hey, Grace!” Asher answered, his voice full of excitement.

“Ash, are you free today?” I kept my voice calm. “I have a new project I’d like you to work on.”

“Free, totally free!” Asher sounded eager.

I couldn’t help but smile. “Good. I’ll send you an address. Please come over right away.”

“And,” I added, “about the question you asked me last time—I have an answer.”

I hung up the phone and stood by the bed, quietly waiting for Asher to arrive.

I didn’t know exactly when Christopher had started cheating, but it was time for him to experience what being betrayed feels like.

When the doorbell rang, I realized my legs were sore from standing for so long.

I pulled the curtains closed, then opened the door to see Asher standing there, panting slightly.

His eyes were bright, and he radiated youthful energy and health.

“Grace…”

I took his hand and said, “Come in.”

He followed me into the room.

“Grace, what’s so urgent?”

I had him sit on the sofa, and as I poured him a glass of water, I said, “Didn’t you ask me if you could pursue me before?”

I handed him the cup. “My answer is yes.”