Chapter 542 Bag

The weekend arrived, relentless as ever, a stark reminder that time never slowed for anyone. 

Grace stood before the mirror, adjusting her outfit one last time before heading out. 

She had chosen something subtle yet elegant, nothing too eye-catching—just enough to look presentable without drawing suspicion.

Turning to her husband, she offered a gentle smile. 

"I'll be out for a while. An old classmate from high school wants to catch up," she said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Ted glanced up from his phone, nodding without a hint of doubt. 

"Okay, see you later, love. Take care."

He didn't ask who this classmate was, whether it was a man or a woman. 

He trusted her completely, never once entertaining the thought that his wife—the woman he cherished—was about to be taken by another man.