THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 273

Yes, that’s right.

Even after all these years, Fortune still kept Caitlin’s childhood clothes safe.

Originally, Fortune had planned to give Caitlin these things on her wedding day.

But since Fortune didn’t approve of Caitlin’s marriage to Julian Chandler, he refused to attend the ceremony.

That’s why, when the Chandler family offered a house as Caitlin’s dowry, the deed ended up bearing Ernest Kensington and Iliana Hadley’s names instead.

From the very beginning, Fortune had disagreed with the marriage.

So Jarvis had no choice but to approach Ernest and Iliana, since at the time, they were Caitlin’s uncle and aunt in name.

Even the wedding witnesses were Ernest and Iliana, who stood in for Caitlin’s side of the family.

When Fortune mentioned this, Hannah and Keira both nodded in agreement. “Grandpa, would you mind getting them for us?”

Fortune nodded. “All right, just give me a moment.”

He got up and made his way upstairs.

A short while later, Fortune returned to the living room carrying a small wooden chest.

It was burgundy, not very large, and the paint had chipped away in places with age.

Fortune reached into his pocket, pulled out a key, and unlocked the chest.

Inside, right on top, lay a blue padded jacket and a pair of tiny black pants.

Fortune picked up the jacket, his eyes warm with memory. “This was the jacket Catie wore as a child.”

Keira immediately rose from the sofa, her hands trembling as she reached for it. “I—I bought this outfit for Freya myself...”

Nineteen years had passed, but Keira remembered every detail like it was yesterday.

She recalled how, because it was still chilly in early spring, she’d asked her daughter-in-law to dress her granddaughter in that blue jacket before the family left the house that morning.

After Caitlin put on the jacket, Keira had complimented her fair skin, saying she looked adorable—like one of those rosy-cheeked children in a storybook.

Never in her wildest dreams did Keira imagine that after their goodbye that morning, it would take nineteen years before she’d see her granddaughter again.

“And these—” Fortune lifted out a pair of tiny tiger slippers, “—are the shoes Freya wore back then.”

Stephanie accepted the slippers, her voice catching. “Do you all remember? The eight of us made these together.”

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