THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 271

With Fortune’s steadying hand, Keira finally managed to stand up. “Grandpa Catie,” she said, her voice thick with emotion, “there are no words to thank you enough for all you’ve done. From this day forward, you’re the dearest friend of the Gonzales family, and you’ll always be Catie’s grandpa, too.”

That last promise was for Fortune alone—a vow from Keira’s heart.

Even if she decided to bring Freya to the city, Fortune would come with them. He had raised Caitlin from childhood; the Gonzales family would never turn their backs on him.

Fortune gently helped Keira to the sofa. Caitlin appeared with a steaming cup of tea. “Grandma, have some tea. It’ll help you settle down.”

Keira took the tea, sipping slowly, forcing herself to calm her racing thoughts. She turned to Fortune. “Grandpa Freya, I heard that when you found Freya all those years ago, she was in a ravine, covered in blood. Can you tell me exactly what happened that day? What was it like when you found her?”

She just couldn’t make sense of it. How had her beloved granddaughter ended up, battered and alone, in some remote mountain gorge, miles from home?

Every time Keira heard the words “covered in blood,” her chest tightened. Who could be so heartless? Who would want to destroy her family so completely?

Ding-dong, ding-dong—

Just as Fortune was about to answer, the doorbell sounded from the hall.

Caitlin hurried over and opened the door. She was met by a sea of faces clustered on the porch.

At the front stood Hannah. Behind her were the eight uncles and eight aunts from the Richards family, and then a crowd of thirteen cousins—all together, more than twenty people crowded the entryway.

Before Caitlin could react, Hannah rushed forward and enveloped her in a hug. “Freya, Freya, my darling Freya! The moment I saw you, I knew—you must be my Freya!”

“Oh, sweetheart, my precious girl, I finally found you.” Hannah’s voice trembled with joy.

“Grandma,” Caitlin whispered. Tears she’d just managed to stop welled up again and spilled down her cheeks.

“Freya, I’m your eldest uncle,” one of the men stepped forward. The rest of the aunts and uncles surged around her.

“I’m your second uncle!”

“And I’m your eldest aunt!”

One after another, the introductions tumbled out.

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