The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 106

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

**Chapter 106**

**Gemma**

Zina’s message flashes across my screen, sharp and accusatory: *[It has to be Cassian.]*

Fury surges through me, hot and relentless.

*What the hell is this bastard trying to do? Protect his little lover?* Zina’s words echo in my mind, fueling the fire of my anger.

Jace chimes in, his response quick and to the point: *[Gemma, want me to help restore the audio link?]*

The thought that Cassian could betray me in this way is almost too much to bear. How could he witness everything, hear that damning recording, and still choose to side with her?

*What if Reyna hired some top-tier hacker?* The idea flits through my mind, a desperate grasp at hope. *Maybe she has a connection I don’t know about.*

But that fragile fantasy shatters as I trace the IP address. It leads straight back to Blackwell Industries, the very heart of Cassian’s empire.

A bitter laugh escapes my lips, tinged with self-loathing. *How foolish of me to think otherwise.*

Cassian would never get involved… or so I thought.

12:10

This isn’t the first time he’s leapt to Reyna’s defense. I’m certain it won’t be the last.

*Gemma: [I checked. It was him.]*

I attach a screenshot, my heart pounding as I send it.

*Zina: [He actually did it?! Girl, fuck him! Fight back!]*

I can’t let this slide; the old Gemma is dead and buried. I dial Cassian’s number, my heart racing.

“You said you wouldn’t interfere in my life,” I snap, my voice laced with venom. “So why’d you erase my recording and try to redirect everyone’s attention?”

“Gemma, you can’t keep living in hate,” he replies, his voice low and steady, like a calm before a storm. “You can’t change your mother’s past, or the outcome.”

“What the hell are you saying?” I grit out, my patience wearing thin.

I didn’t call him to receive a lecture cloaked in self-righteousness.

“I’m talking about you and Reyna. There’s no reason for you to drag yourself into the mess between her mother and your father. He’s been gone for years. Why are you still holding onto this? I just want you to let go,” he says softly. “I want you to live better. Be happy.”

My rage, buried deep for so long, finally erupts like a volcano. “Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what I should and shouldn’t feel?”

Every ounce of suffering my mother and I endured—every single moment of pain—is because of Reyna and her wretched mother.

There’s no way I’m going to roll over and forgive them, especially when Reyna continues to come after me.

Cassian’s tone shifts, softening further. “I know you and your mom went through hell. I want to make it up to you. I misunderstood you because of what Reyna said. That was my fault, and I’m sorry.”

My grip tightens on the phone, my knuckles white. “What’s between me and Reyna has nothing to do with you. I don’t need your apology.”

After three years of marriage to this cold, distant man, I’ve learned not to expect anything from him.

12:10

I’ll never forgive Angela Holland or Reyna for what they’ve done.

“Gemma, don’t be so stubborn. What do you gain from clinging to the past? It’s only going to keep hurting you,” Cassian says gently, as if he’s trying to soothe a child throwing a tantrum.

I let out a harsh laugh, bitter and mocking.

“You’re in no position to ask me to forgive her, especially given your relationship and history with her. Besides, you promised you’d stay out of my business—but here you are, sticking your nose in to protect your precious Reyna, like always.”

Cassian sighs, the sound heavy with frustration. “I know you’re biased against Reyna because of the past. But it was your dad who cheated—it was between him and her mother, not her and you.”

“That’s enough! You always claim to understand me, but you don’t. You don’t even bother to listen!”

Fuming, I stab the “end” button, my heart racing.

If he truly understood me, he’d know that Reyna isn’t innocent in any of this.

—

**Cassian**

I don’t want Gemma to spend her life consumed by hatred and bitterness.

But before I can utter another word, the call ends abruptly, a beep echoing in my ear.

I set my phone down, feeling drained and defeated.

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