The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 100

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest**
**Chapter 100**

**Cassian**

Stepping out of the house felt like breaking free from a suffocating grip. The air outside was cool and refreshing, but my mind was a storm of uncertainty. What was I supposed to do now? I couldn’t linger within those walls any longer; they felt like a prison, and I feared that if I stayed, I would lose the last remnants of control I had over myself. After a moment’s hesitation, I decided to head to the club for a drink, thinking perhaps some company would help distract me. I reached for my phone and texted a few friends, inviting them to join me.

Liam was the first to arrive, his familiar grin lighting up the dimly lit room. Reyna and Rhett followed shortly after, their presence a mix of comfort and distraction. We had our own private room, a small sanctuary in the bustling club, where the music thumped like a heartbeat.

“Why did you drag us here in the middle of the night?” Liam asked, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. There was a hint of concern in his voice, and I could feel the weight of his gaze.

I took a long swig of whiskey, letting the warmth spread through me before I replied, “Gemma and I are filing for divorce tomorrow.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Silence enveloped us, and I could see the shock etched on their faces. It was as if I had dropped a bombshell, and I had to brace myself for the fallout.

After what felt like an eternity, Liam placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. Maybe he was the only one who truly sensed the turmoil beneath my calm exterior. “Finally! Gemma has been holding you back for three years. Today, she was out shopping and having dinner with another man. Divorce is the best thing for you. She doesn’t deserve you.”

Rhett, who usually kept his opinions about my marriage to himself, suddenly dropped his facade. His voice was sharp, and I could feel the tension in the room shift. So this was what my friends really thought of Gemma when I wasn’t around? The realization made me squirm in my seat.

“Forget about that awful woman. Tonight, we celebrate your freedom! No more Gemma standing in your way!” Rhett exclaimed, raising his glass high for a toast.

But as I listened to their words, a wave of unease crashed over me. Gemma had wanted this divorce so desperately. She had the papers ready, all but waiting for me to sign.

Was I the one running from the pain?

No. It was Gemma who was free.

The more I pondered, the more restless I became. I downed another glass of whiskey in one gulp, feeling the burn in my throat as I stood abruptly.

“Where are you going?” Liam called after me, concern lacing his tone.

“Home,” I replied curtly, walking out of the room alone, leaving their voices behind me.

Upon arriving at the manor, the moment I stepped inside, the staff greeted me with unwelcome news. “Mrs. Blackwell left. With her luggage.”

I clenched my jaw, frustration bubbling beneath my skin. “Let her go,” I said coldly, my voice devoid of emotion.

I trudged upstairs to my room, but sleep eluded me. I tossed and turned, my mind racing with thoughts of Gemma. Finally, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and called out, “Bring me a glass of warm milk.”

Gemma used to bring me warm milk while I worked late into the night. It was a small comfort, something that had become a routine over the years.

A servant quickly appeared, handing me the milk. I took a sip, and my stomach settled slightly, but the unease remained.

As I brushed my teeth, Gemma’s voice echoed in my mind. “Cassian, turn off the water. If you let it run, it’s a waste.”

At the time, I thought she was just being frugal, a habit born from her past. Wasting a little water seemed insignificant to me. But now, I turned off the faucet, and the bathroom fell silent.

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I was lost in thought.

Why was I thinking about her?

She was gone.

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