THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 386

“I can give you a ride!” Farrell offered right away.

“No need, my driver’s on the way,” Caitlin replied.

“Alright then,” Farrell nodded, walking her to the door. “See you next time.”

“Bye, Farrell.” Caitlin waved at him before heading off.

Farrell stood at the door, watching her figure fade into the distance before suddenly smacking his forehead. “I’m such an idiot! Even if my phone was dead and I couldn’t scan the code, I could’ve just asked for her number! With her number, I could add her on WhatsApp—problem solved.”

By the time Caitlin got back to the lab, she was busy straight through to after seven in the evening.

The moment she returned home, she headed to the south wing to give Stuart his acupuncture treatment, then joined Keira in the living room to watch TV.

A melodramatic rural soap opera was on.

Keira was completely absorbed, eyes rimmed red as she got lost in the story, imagining it was about Caitlin’s own childhood.

Every time she watched shows like this, Keira couldn’t help but remember all the hardships her granddaughter endured growing up in the countryside.

Her poor darling—how fate had wronged her!

But age catches up with everyone. After a while, Keira grew tired and went off to bed.

Left alone in the living room, Caitlin kept the TV on for a bit, but soon found the plot tedious. She curled up on the sofa and pulled out her phone, ready to scroll through Twitter.

The moment she logged in, she froze.

Her private messages had exploded—99+ unread.

And the comments? Over 999.

Caitlin raised an eyebrow, double-checking the login page.

No mistake.

She hadn’t accidentally used her main account.

This was her low-profile alt—so why the sudden flood of notifications?

Curious, Caitlin tapped into her mentions.

[Victoria may have forgiven your blatant plagiarism, but if you have any decency left, you’ll apologize to her right now!]

[I heard you’re Victoria’s cousin?]

Caitlin arched an eyebrow.

The main hall of the Gonzales family’s mansion had a grand spiral staircase.

From her spot on the stairs, Ann had a clear view of Caitlin’s phone screen.

Seeing Caitlin snooping on her TikTok account, a sneer curled on Ann’s lips.

Was Caitlin stalking her now?

Pathetic little country bumpkin.

She probably refreshed Ann’s page hundreds of times a day.

It was obvious, Ann thought, Caitlin was just jealous of her millions of TikTok followers. Why else would she sneak around, posting Ann’s photo on Twitter and shamelessly claiming it as her own?

Disgusting. Why did Caitlin always have to steal everything?

Click, click, click—

Ann gripped the banister, descending step by step, her gaze locked on Caitlin, brimming with smugness. She leaned in, voice syrupy and sharp. “Freya, if you really love that viral photo of mine, you could’ve just asked for it. No need to sneak around and post it behind my back, right?”