The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 102

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

**Chapter 102**

**Gemma**

The weight of the impending divorce looms over me like a dark cloud, but deep down, I know I can’t go through with it—not with Donovan in the picture.

Reluctantly, I find myself agreeing. “Alright, Grandpa, I’ve forgiven him. We won’t get a divorce.” The words feel heavy on my tongue, but they are necessary.

“Cassian has always preferred to keep your marriage under wraps, fearing that the world might hurt you,” Grandpa states, his voice steady and commanding. “But I think it’s time to bring it into the light. Don’t worry, I’ll manage everything.”

Hurt? What kind of hurt is he talking about? My heart races with confusion and a hint of fear.

“Fine,” Cassian replies, his voice taut with tension.

As he turns to leave, Grandpa’s hand shoots out, gripping his arm with surprising strength. “Wait.”

With a swift motion, he gestures to his bodyguard, who steps forward and hands him a small vial.

“Drink this,” he orders, his tone brokering no argument.

Cassian’s brow furrows in disbelief. “What is this?”

“Herbs,” Donovan replies curtly, his expression unreadable.

“I don’t need anything,” Cassian snaps back, a hint of defiance in his voice. “Besides, hasn’t Gemma been on medication for years?”

A soft laugh escapes my lips, the irony not lost on me. I’ve been the one covering for him all this time, yet Donovan still assumes I’m the one unable to conceive.

You can’t get pregnant if you’re not intimate, though.

“I misunderstood things before,” Donovan continues, his voice laced with authority. “I thought it was her struggle, but it’s always been you. This is your issue. From now on, you will take this medicine daily until you have a child. Our family needs an heir.”

“Be a man, take responsibility. Don’t let your wife suffer for your mistakes.”

Cassian’s expression darkens, his jaw tightening at his grandfather’s harsh words. “As a man, there’s nothing wrong with me. I don’t need the medicine.”

Donovan raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “If you’re fine, then why hasn’t Gemma gotten pregnant in three years? She’s had check-ups; I know it’s not her. Now drink.”

A small spark of satisfaction ignites within me.

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