THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 185

Kindred spirits are hard to find.

When Gordon suggested meeting in person, it wasn't a whim—it was a decision he'd mulled over for days. In a lifetime, there aren't many chances to encounter someone who truly resonates on your frequency.

But Phyllis—Phyllis was the only one who'd ever left him both curious and genuinely surprised.

Yet, separated by a digital veil, Gordon still had no idea how this enigmatic stranger had managed to crack his latest puzzle. The only way to find out was to meet face-to-face.

A real game, in person, would reveal everything—just how skilled Phyllis truly was, and whether she was, in fact, the kindred spirit he'd been searching for.

After hitting send on his message, Gordon felt a wave of nerves.

Yes—nerves.

The internet was teeming with imposters these days. He wasn't just nervous; he was a bit anxious, too. What if Phyllis thought he was the fraud?

Meanwhile—

When Caitlin received S's invitation to meet, she was stunned.

Because, just a second before S's message had popped up, she'd been about to send the very same invitation herself.

Everything online felt like smoke and mirrors—truth and illusion, all blurred behind a screen. She couldn't be sure who S really was. Only a face-to-face match could tell her what she needed to know.

If S was truly as formidable as he seemed, someone who resonated on her wavelength, then she'd have found a rare soulmate indeed.

So, with barely a moment's hesitation, Caitlin rested her fingers on the keyboard and typed quickly: [Sure, I'm in Silverhaven. Where are you?]

Silverhaven?

When Gordon saw Phyllis's reply, he froze, surprise flickering in his sharp, dark eyes. [What a coincidence—I'm in Silverhaven, too!]

Caitlin was equally stunned.

They were both in Silverhaven.

She replied at once: [How about this Saturday, 2 p.m., The Regal Lounge at 223 Sunway Road. Does that work for you?]

Gordon's fingers flew over the keys. [That works. Let's make it a proper gentleman's agreement—Saturday, 2 p.m. See you there.]

[See you there.]

Gordon sat at his desk, staring at Phyllis's avatar as it faded from bright to gray. Shadows flickered in his eyes.

Also in Silverhaven?

How had he never known?

This small town was full of hidden talents, it seemed. Who exactly was Phyllis? He was starting to look forward to Saturday's meeting more than ever.

Knock, knock, knock—

Just as Gordon exited Imperial Ascent, the sound of someone rapping at the door broke his train of thought.

"Who is it?"

"Sir, it's me. Naylor."

"Come in." Gordon shut his laptop.

Just one word, but it carried a quiet authority that sent chills down the spine.

*Honestly, it depends. If the person is really important to you, give your wishes right at midnight on their birthday.*

Midnight?

Gordon narrowed his eyes, glancing at the calendar.

Two days until the eighth.

He'd deliver the gift at midnight, then.

With that settled, Gordon shut his laptop and left the study to get ready for bed.

After showering, he slipped into black silk pajamas. With his fair skin and athletic build, the sleek fabric gave him a relaxed, slightly decadent air—a far cry from his usual cool reserve. The kind of look that would turn heads on any street.

He circled the house, searching for Snow.

Strange. Where had she gone this time?

Gordon frowned and took the elevator downstairs.

Beatrice was in the living room, painting her nails on the sofa.

"Mom, have you seen Snow?" he asked, a touch of concern in his voice.

"Snow?" Beatrice shook her head. "No idea."

She looked up, surprised to see her son still in pajamas. "It's late, Gordon. Are you planning to let Snow sleep with you tonight?"

Gordon had always adored Snow. But, thanks to his neat-freak tendencies, he'd never actually let her share his bed.