THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 389

The uproar over the “real vs. fake back view photo” had already reached fever pitch.

But when Mr. Quinten released his statement, the commotion only intensified.

Holy crap! Even Mr. Quinten is posting videos now!

I knew it! That photo from last summer only blew up now because Mr. Quinten was searching for his little savior.

Victoria is seriously amazing—it really was her who helped Mr. Quinten.

N, hurry up and say something! She was so quick to respond earlier!

Honestly, N’s so-called response wasn’t much. She and Victoria are cousins, after all—of course their silhouettes would look similar. That’s only natural, right?

Exactly. She’s just taking advantage of looking like Victoria from behind so she could pretend to be her!

What a clever little scheme. Since Victoria’s never shown her face in any photos, it was way too easy for N to fake a “back view” shot. Good thing Victoria is beautiful and kind—and even happened to save Mr. Quinten. Now that he’s spoken up for her, that impostor’s about to get her comeuppance!

Yeah! Let’s see that faker get exposed!

This is hilarious—the impostor won’t even show her face now.

Come on, where’s your response?

She must be feeling guilty.

…

Meanwhile—

Caitlin hadn’t responded at all. She was already fast asleep, unaffected by all this drama. She’d never let trivial matters mess with her rest.

Ann, on the other hand, was still up reading the comments, the corners of her lips curled in smug satisfaction.

She’d overestimated Caitlin. She’d thought Caitlin would leap to defend herself, but instead, Caitlin had turned into a coward—hiding away, too scared to come out and face the music.

Typical. What else could you expect from someone like her? Always scheming to take what isn’t hers, but when things get tough, she just crawls back into her shell and trembles. Now she’s afraid? Where was that fear when she was pretending to be me?

Just wait. This is only the beginning. Caitlin would pay the price—she’d be dragged through the mud and thrown out of the social scene for good.

The next morning, Caitlin woke up groggy, grabbed her phone, and opened Twitter. She caught up on everything that had blown up overnight, then typed out a simple post:

N: I’ll be attending Victoria’s birthday party—right on time!

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