The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 108

**TITLE: Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest 108**

**CONTENT: Chapter 108**

**Reyna**

Lisette’s expression contorts into one of utter disbelief and horror, a mixture of shock and denial that is almost palpable in the air.

“That’s not true! Cassian is Gemma’s husband—they love each other! You’re lying!” Her voice trembles, filled with desperation as if her words alone could conjure a reality where her daughter’s world isn’t crumbling.

“Why would I lie?” I reply, my tone deceptively sweet, laced with a hint of malice. “Ask your daughter. He’s leaving her, and he’s choosing me.” Each word drips with a satisfaction that I can hardly contain.

Lisette sways slightly, her face paling, as if the very ground beneath her is shifting.

We stand by, not lifting a finger to intervene. Instead, we watch, our hearts racing with a mix of anticipation and glee.

“Lisette,” my mother’s voice cuts through the tension like a knife, cold and unyielding, “you can’t force a man to love someone he doesn’t want. Gemma can drag it out all she wants; it won’t change a thing. You should tell her to let go. Let Reyna take her rightful place beside Cassian as the donna of the Blackwell family.”

Lisette clutches her chest, gasping for air, her eyes brimming with tears that spill over like a broken dam.

“You ruined my life, and now you’re trying to destroy my daughter’s happiness too. Why?” The anguish in her voice is palpable, a raw wound laid bare.

“You’re monsters! Get out! GET OUT! Help! Somebody help me! They’re trying to hurt me!” she screams, her voice rising in pitch, echoing through the air with a frantic urgency.

At last, we’ve pushed her too far.

Lisette snaps—her rage erupts like a volcano, shrieking and lunging at us with wild abandon. She grabs stones from a large flowerpot, hurling them in our direction with a desperate fury.

We don’t even flinch.

When her aim falters, she collapses to the ground, her fingers tangling in her hair as sobs wrack her body.

She’s lost it—completely unhinged.

God, she really is insane.

Mom and I stand there, a mix of smug satisfaction washing over us as we watch her unravel, a tapestry of despair.

This once-beautiful woman is now a mere shadow of her former self, a wreck who has succumbed to despair.

“Mom!”

The shout pierces the thick atmosphere, slicing through the tension like a blade.

Damn it, it’s Gemma. How did she know we were here?

I quickly step in front of her, a smirk creeping onto my face. “Wow, Gemma. All we did was say hi to your mom, and she lost it. She really is craz—OW!”

Gemma yanks my hair with such ferocity that it feels as if my scalp might tear away from my skull.

“Oh my god! Are you crazy like your mom?! Let go!” I shout, reaching up to swat at her hand, wincing at the sharp pain radiating from my head.

“You brought this on yourself!” Gemma snarls, her voice filled with a fierce determination, and then she slaps me hard across the face.

Time seems to freeze as I go stock still, my eyes widening in shock, feeling as if I’ve stepped into a cartoon world where such audacity is unfathomable.

How dare this trash lay hands on me?!

“You bitch. I will rip you to shreds,” I hiss, my fingers curling around her arm, fueled by a surge of adrenaline.

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