THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 1189

Of course not. Elsa thought. Gertrude was nothing but a social climber.

In Elsa's mind, if Gertrude had even a shred of conscience, she should be visiting Elsa's parents, not fawning over the Gonzaleses. But had Gertrude visited her parents even once since she got married? Not a single time.

Pathetic. Utterly pathetic.

If Gertrude and Caitlin had just been a little kinder to her, if they had just helped her, she never would have been pushed to murder and dismemberment.

They deserved to die. All of them.

At that moment, Elsa's hand, clutching the binoculars, trembled with a desire to kill everyone in sight.

Especially Caitlin and Gordon's three children.

Elsa knew that those children were what Caitlin and Gordon cared about most in the world. If something were to happen to those three little ones, it would be a fate worse than death for Caitlin.

And that's exactly what she wanted. To make Caitlin suffer.

Elsa narrowed her eyes, a sinister glint in them.

As much as she wanted to kill those three brats, she knew she couldn't do it now. There were too many people around them. Eight bodyguards alone. She wouldn't even have time to pull out a knife before she was pinned to the ground.

Elsa frowned. She had thought the children would be the easiest targets. After all, they were defenseless. Now it seemed things weren't so simple.

Most importantly, Elsa remembered that Caitlin never used to have bodyguards follow the children. Today was different. It was strange.

Could it be… that Caitlin was already suspicious of her?

Elsa froze.

How could this be? This little boy used to adore her!

Caitlin. It had to be Caitlin. Without a doubt, Caitlin had filled the child's head with lies about her. There was no other explanation for the wary look in his eyes.

It was laughable. So utterly laughable. She had genuinely considered Caitlin a good friend and had never put up any defenses against her. But Caitlin, it seemed, had been guarding against her all along. And now she was stooping to badmouthing her to a child?

And she called herself a strong, independent woman? Was this how a powerful woman behaved—by gossiping behind people's backs?

Elsa fought to suppress the rage in her eyes, forcing another smile. Her voice was gentle. "Jasper, it's me, Elsa. Don't you remember me?"