THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 486

With that thought, Katrina pushed herself off the floor and glared at the two bodyguards. “Pathetic! All bark and no bite, just hiding behind your boss!”

She spat the words at them, making a mental note: the very first thing she’d do after marrying Xavier would be to fire these two idiots.

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The Richards Estate.

Ever since Katrina had been thrown out, Xavier hadn’t been able to settle his mind. No matter what he did, he couldn’t concentrate. Every time he sat down, Katrina’s words echoed in his head:

“If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be where you are today! Xavier, you have no conscience—you’re ungrateful!”

Frustrated, Xavier dropped his pen onto the stack of approval forms, picked up his phone, and opened Katrina’s chat, thumb hovering over her name, ready to call.

Just as he was about to press the button—

Knock, knock, knock.

A knock sounded at the study door.

“Come in,” Xavier called, setting his phone aside.

The door swung open, and Caitlin walked in.

“Freya,” Xavier greeted, a genuine smile breaking through his stress.

“I made some chai,” Caitlin said, coming closer and cradling a mug in both hands. “You should try it, brother Xavier.”

He blinked in surprise. “Freya, you know how to make this?”

She grinned. “I learned because I love it. Thought you might like it too.”

Xavier took a sip, eyebrows lifting in pleasant surprise. “This is incredible!”

He’d assumed it would just be some bland milk with tea leaves, but Caitlin’s version was rich and expertly spiced.

He paused, glancing at his hands. “I lost the little gold medallion Grandma gave each of us that day. My mom always said it protected me, but honestly, it wasn’t the medallion that saved me. It was Katrina.”

Now Xavier’s expression darkened; he looked truly torn.

On the one hand, Katrina’s character left much to be desired. On the other, she’d saved his life—something he could never forget.

He let out a heavy sigh and looked at Caitlin. “Freya, you know, after she saved me, she never once used it to demand anything. In fact, she told me it was nothing, and not to make a big deal out of it. So I find it hard to believe that someone so humble and selfless could possibly… could possibly…”

Another sigh.

But Caitlin had picked up on something else entirely. “Brother Xavier, let me ask you—when you woke up, Katrina was already there, right? Do you remember anything about how you were saved?”

Xavier shook his head. “I blacked out. All I remember is waking up to see her. Nothing else.”

Caitlin’s gaze grew thoughtful. “Isn’t it possible,” she said slowly, “that… just like in those old fairy tales, like ‘The Little Mermaid,’ the person who saved you wasn’t Katrina at all? Maybe your real savior was someone—or something—else, and Katrina just happened to be there when you woke up?”