The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 109

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

**Chapter 109**

**Gemma**

My ears throb with an unbearable ringing, a cacophony that drowns out everything else. My thoughts are a tangled mess, swirling in a vortex of confusion and panic. And then, in an instant, I find myself enveloped in a strong, warm embrace.

“Gemma, calm down!”

It’s Cassian’s voice, cutting through the chaos like a lifeline.

Around me, the world feels like it’s spinning out of control. Voices echo in my mind—Reyna and Angela’s frantic screams merge into a jarring static that amplifies my distress. Yet, I can’t stop. My hands remain locked in a vice-like grip around Reyna’s throat, fueled by a rush of adrenaline and fury.

“Hey, Gemma, babe, look at me… Breathe. Just breathe.”

Cassian’s arm wraps securely around my waist, grounding me, while his other hand gently slides down my arm to my wrist. Each place he touches ignites a spark, electric and overwhelming.

“Come on. Calm down, okay?”

His strength is undeniable, and one by one, he pries my fingers from Reyna’s neck. The moment I release her, she crumples to the floor, gasping for air as if she’s just emerged from underwater. Angela rushes to her side, immediately slipping into her well-rehearsed poor-little-victim act.

“We didn’t do anything, Cassian! Gemma just barged in and started attacking us—it was insane!”

Reyna looks like she’s been through hell. Her hair is a tangled mess, her face marred with angry red handprints, and her neck bears the ugly marks of my rage—finger-shaped welts that tell a story of their own.

“Cassian, I only brought my mom in for a check-up and stopped by to see Lisette. Then suddenly, Gemma… she just lost it. Started hitting me for no reason.”

Cassian still holds me, steady and firm, as I struggle to catch my breath, utterly spent. I’ve poured every ounce of my energy into that moment.

He tilts my chin up, his gaze searching my face for signs of the girl he knows. Once he’s satisfied that I’m beginning to return to myself, he helps me regain my footing.

The commotion has drawn attention, and soon, nurses and doctors flood the room, their hurried footsteps echoing against the sterile walls.

Mom is stabilized. A nurse approaches me with a reassuring smile, telling me she’s okay, just shaken, and has been given a sedative to help her rest.

I nod numbly, the weight of the situation pressing heavily upon my chest.

Cassian has shifted his focus, now standing beside Reyna and Angela, offering them comfort. The sight of him offering solace to the very women who have tormented my family cuts deeper than I want to admit.

Why does it hurt so much?

Watching him console the same women who have pushed my mother to the brink?

It sends a sharp pang through my heart, twisting it painfully.

Cassian guides Reyna and Angela out of the room, their whispered conversations lost to me. I’m left alone with my thoughts, the silence amplifying my turmoil.

A few minutes pass before he returns, his expression unreadable.

I sit quietly at my mother’s bedside, watching her sleep, my heart whispering a silent apology that I hope she can somehow hear.

If only I had come earlier today… perhaps none of this would have transpired.

Concern furrows Cassian’s brow as he approaches.

“Gemma, they just wanted to see Lisette. That’s all.”

What?

His words resonate in my mind, ringing hollow.

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