THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 274

Carey was nothing like Caitlin.

When tragedy struck, Caitlin was just three months old—helpless and unaware. Carey, on the other hand, was already an adult.

If Carey were still alive, there was no way she’d have vanished without a trace.

Hannah clung to Caitlin, sobbing. “Oh, my poor Freya. So little, and already you’ve lost your parents. But don’t worry, sweet girl. You still have your grandma, your nana, your uncle and aunt, and thirteen older brothers. My darling Freya, from now on, I won’t let you suffer a single hardship!”

Warren, Willis, and the others immediately chimed in, eager to reassure her. “Mom, you’ve got us! If anyone even thinks about making Freya suffer, we’ll be the first to stand up for her!”

“Grandma, we’re here too!” Easton and Wesley Richards, along with their brothers, jumped in as well.

From now on, they’d all look after their youngest sister together.

Caitlin looked up at Hannah, her voice steady. “Nana, don’t worry. I’ll find my mother, no matter what. Dead or alive, I’ll bring her home.”

“Yes, Freya. I believe you,” Hannah whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

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The Capital.

As soon as Ann got her mother’s call, she booked the next flight and hurried home.

The front gates of the Gonzales estate loomed ahead.

Amanda was already waiting outside for her.

“Mom!” Ann called out.

Just then, the family’s chauffeur pulled up in their sleek black sedan. Ann stepped out, barely able to contain herself. She glanced at the butler—who had served the Gonzales family loyally for decades and was fiercely devoted to Keira. Ann knew better than to show any emotion in his presence.

Forcing a bright smile, she rushed to Amanda. “Mom, I heard we found my sister. Is it true?”

Amanda nodded, smiling back. “Yes, Ann. Your nana found Freya.”

“Where is she? Where’s Freya now?” Ann pressed.

“Your nana’s gone to bring her home.” Amanda took her daughter’s hand. “Come inside, I’ll tell you everything.”

“Alright.” Ann followed her mother into the house.

Divorced. Damaged goods.

Ann’s eyes widened, a sneer curling her lips. “Seriously? She’s already divorced? But she’s only nineteen!”

Amanda let out a dismissive scoff. “People from small towns marry and have kids young. It’s not uncommon.”

“Are you sure she was actually married?” Ann pressed.

Amanda had been thorough—her biggest fear was that Caitlin would take what rightfully belonged to Ann. She’d dug up every bit of Caitlin’s past. “I’m sure. She’s from a minority background, so she could legally marry at nineteen. I even found her divorce record at city hall.”

Ann clicked her tongue, disgusted. The more she heard, the less respect she had for this so-called cousin.

Married and divorced by nineteen? What a mess. And now, she was expected to treat this girl as family?

The thought made Ann sick.

Amanda’s eyes narrowed once more. “A girl like that will never amount to anything, no matter how hard your nana tries to make her into something she’s not. Ann, she’s no match for you.”

“In the end, you’re the only one who can keep Gonzales Holdings afloat. Even if Freya is your grandmother’s precious granddaughter, she’ll always be nothing but a footnote to your story.”