THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 404

In Vesta’s eyes, Ann was at least genuine—if that photo of the mysterious silhouette hadn’t really been Ann, there was no way she would’ve owned up to it. After all, Ann, like Vesta herself, had received the best education money could buy and was a bona fide heiress. But Caitlin? She was a different story altogether.

What was Caitlin, anyway?

Yes, she was a member of the Gonzales family by blood, but she’d grown up in the middle of nowhere. Forget an elite education—she hadn’t even finished high school.

People like her were no better than street hustlers; there was nothing she wouldn’t do for a shot at fame.

And now that Caitlin Freya had only just been reclaimed by the Gonzales family, hardly anyone in The Capital’s high society even knew who she was. That gave her every motive to pull a stunt like this.

If Caitlin could seize this opportunity, she might just reinvent herself—becoming a darling of the social scene, finally living up to the Gonzales family name.

But there was one thing Caitlin didn’t count on: Ann’s online influence, and—more importantly—the place Ann held in Mr. Quinten’s heart.

Thank God Ann was the one who’d saved Mr. Quinten’s life. With his testimony, there was no room for doubt.

Otherwise, with Caitlin’s convincing performance, she might have actually stolen the “most beautiful silhouette” title right out from under Ann’s nose.

“Acting skills? You’re asking the wrong person. You should be asking Ann,” Caitlin said, turning to Vesta with a calm poise that belied her words.

Vesta narrowed her eyes, a flicker of exasperation passing over her face. She’d never met anyone quite like Caitlin before.

It reminded her of that comment she’d seen online: “A dead pig isn’t afraid of boiling water.” Caitlin was utterly shameless.

Miranda, growing more furious at Caitlin’s brazen attitude, jabbed a finger at her. “Freya, I’m saying this right now—if you really are Mr. Quinten’s savior, I’ll eat my own shoe!”

Ann, flustered, tried to intervene. “Freya, don’t act on impulse. Miss Prescott and Mabel are my friends—if you just apologize, they’ll let it go. You’re a Gonzales; you can’t seriously mean you’ll… do something so humiliating, right?”

Her words sounded like she was trying to help Caitlin, but in reality, she was only making things worse.

“I always keep my word,” Caitlin replied coolly, glancing at Ann. “Instead of worrying about me, maybe you should worry about yourself.”

Just then, a hotel staff member’s voice rang out across the ballroom: “Mr. Quinten has arrived!”

The announcement sent a jolt through the entire room.

After all, every guest at tonight’s event had come to witness this very showdown—the truth about Mr. Quinten’s mysterious savior.