The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 118

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

**Chapter 118**

**Gemma**

Stepping into the VIP lounge, I take a moment to admire my reflection after slipping into the new dress. The fabric clings to me in all the right places, and the delicate lace seems to shimmer under the soft lights.

Kane is already settled on the plush sofa, impeccably dressed in a bespoke suit that speaks of elegance and sophistication. As his gaze meets mine, his expression transforms; the warmth in his eyes brightens the entire room.

“That dress looks incredible on you,” he compliments, his voice genuine and full of admiration.

I glance down at the gown, a pure white masterpiece adorned with intricate lace and scattered crystals that catch the light like stars. The craftsmanship is nothing short of breathtaking, and I can hardly believe how perfectly it fits me.

“Thank you,” I reply, my heart swelling with gratitude. If it weren’t for this exquisite dress, I would have felt utterly humiliated out there among the crowd.

“Come on,” Kane says, gesturing towards the door. “The party’s still in full swing. We should head back.”

His kind words make me realize just how long I’ve been gone. A flicker of concern crosses my mind. Would Cassian even notice my absence?

I quickly dismiss the thought. Why would he?

In the three years we’ve been together, he has rarely paid me any mind.

As Kane and I reenter the ballroom, all eyes immediately gravitate towards him—he is, after all, the guest of honor. But the moment I step into the room beside him, I feel the weight of the crowd’s gaze on me as well.

The Blackwell family has never officially acknowledged my identity, and I’ve seldom attended events like this. To the majority of the attendees, I’m a complete enigma.

Standing next to Kane, many guests assume I must hail from some affluent, elite lineage.

He leads me toward the heart of the room, where a few familiar faces approach to greet him.

“Is that your girlfriend?” one of them jokes, laughter bubbling in the air.

Kane simply smiles, allowing the question to linger without clarification.

An uncomfortable flush creeps up my cheeks, and I quickly interject, “Mr. Butler and I are just friends.”

Even that feels like a stretch. We hardly know each other.

Just then, Cassian’s voice slices through the chatter like a knife. “Gemma, get over here!”

I freeze, stunned by the fury radiating from him. Why would he choose this moment to expose our connection in front of everyone? While it may not be a secret to all, it’s still not common knowledge.

“Mr. Blackwell,” Kane says smoothly, wearing a calm smile that contrasts sharply with the tension in the air, “I’m afraid she can’t. Miss Marino is the woman I’m pursuing.”

My heart skips a beat, shock plastered across my face. “Mr. Butler…”

Is he aware of the implications of his words?

We’ve only crossed paths a handful of times, and those encounters were strictly business-related. We are not close, and now he claims he’s pursuing me?

This only complicates matters further.

Cassian’s expression is a tempest of rage as he storms over, yanking me away from Kane with a fierce possessiveness. “I think Mr. Butler should find someone else to pursue. Gemma is my wife.”

A wave of dread washes over me.

The room plunges into a profound silence, the kind that amplifies the tension hanging in the air.

Cassian has completely lost it! How could he reveal our marriage now—especially when we are supposed to be divorcing in a year?

Around us, hushed whispers begin to circulate, growing louder with each passing second.

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