THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 879

Standing on the plush red carpet, Carey looked at the scene before her, and tears welled in her eyes.

In truth, ever since escaping the Vance family, she had been living in a dreamlike state. A deep-seated fear lingered—the fear that this was all just another dream. The Vance estate was an impenetrable fortress; how had she ever managed to get out?

It wasn't until the plane landed, until her feet touched the soil of Eldermere, that she finally allowed herself to believe it was real. She was truly home. She would never have to endure that inhuman existence again.

The head butler, holding a large bouquet of fresh flowers, walked out from the main entrance. His voice was filled with respectful warmth. "Madam, welcome home."

Carey accepted the flowers, her eyes misty. "Thank you."

She looked closely at the butler, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. "Are you… Scales?"

Twenty years had passed. The forty-year-old Scales she remembered was now a man in his sixties, his temples streaked with gray.

Recognized after all this time, Scales was pleasantly surprised. "I am Scales! Madam, you still remember me!"

After all, Carey had only lived at the Gonzales estate for two years.

Carey nodded. "I remember." Not only did she remember him, but she also recalled that the butler for her own Richards family was also named Scales. Stuart used to joke that it was a sign they were meant to be.

As she stepped through the gates of Gonzales Manor, memories that had long been faded and blurred began to sharpen, coming back into focus.

They walked through the grounds until they reached the courtyard of the wing she had shared with Stuart. The door to their rooms was closed.

Stuart came to her side. "Carey, why don't you open it?"

She nodded and reached out, pushing the door open.

With a soft click, it swung inward.

She gasped. The bedroom was exactly as she had left it twenty years ago. The wedding portrait still hung on the wall, the baby crib stood in the corner, and even the half-finished baby romper she had been knitting was still lying inside it.

Seeing this familiar scene, Carey felt as if she had stepped back in time to those blissful years after her marriage to Stuart. It had been the happiest period of her life.

"It's the same," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Nothing has changed."

Stuart nodded. "That's right. For twenty years, Mom never allowed anyone to touch a single thing in our rooms."

When Stuart had first woken up, the sight of the untouched room had made him feel as though only a few days had passed, not two decades.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Carey, from now on, our family will be together, happy and safe. We'll never be separated again."

Keira's eyes were red with tears. "Stuart is right. Carey, dear, from now on, our family will always be together."

Hannah stood beside them, silently wiping her own tears.

Zachary stepped forward, a smile on his face. "Alright, alright, Mom, Carey, let's not cry on such a happy day."

Hannah nodded. "Yes, yes, you're right. No more tears."

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