The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 13

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

**Chapter 13**

**Gemma**

I carefully slipped on the mask, adjusting it snugly over my face, and then added the sunglasses, their dark lenses hiding my eyes from the world. A baseball cap followed, pulled low to shield my identity even further.

Next, I rummaged through the box filled with old clothes that had long been forgotten, remnants of my past as Mrs. Cassian Blackwell. My fingers brushed against the fabric until I found a hoodie—a comforting piece that I zipped up most of the way over my purple tank top.

The hoodie served two purposes. First, it effectively concealed my vibrant red hair, a beacon of my identity that I was keen to hide. Second, it boasted a purple crescent moon emblazoned on the back, a symbol that once represented my alter ego in the digital underworld.

Three years ago, that moon was my calling card, the emblem of Moonlight, the hacker persona I had crafted with such care.

As I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I barely recognized the figure staring back at me. The transformation was startling, a blend of familiarity and estrangement.

On our way to the towering Nautilus building, Zina, my trusted ally, reached out to the department head who had contracted our services. By the time we arrived, a group of expectant faces awaited us in the lobby. The moment they spotted the moon on my hoodie, their expressions shifted from curiosity to disbelief.

“A-are you Moonlight?” one of them stuttered, eyes wide with shock.

Though my smirk was hidden behind the mask, I offered a polite nod, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nostalgia. “Lead the way,” I replied, my voice steady, despite the thrill coursing through me.

**2/13**

We quickly navigated through the corridors until we reached the tech department. A cluster of IT guys, clad in plaid shirts and thick-rimmed glasses, gawked at me, their eyes filled with awe and disbelief.

“That’s Moonlight!” I heard one whisper, his voice barely above a murmur.

“No way! Moonlight is dead. He died in an FBI sting three years ago,” another voice chimed in, skepticism lacing his tone.

“He is not dead,” a third voice hissed, his gaze fixated on me with a mix of admiration and confusion. “Maybe not, but he was a dude, and that is definitely not,” he added, his eyes trailing down to where my cleavage peeked out from the low-cut tank top, partially revealed by the half-zipped hoodie.

“We don’t know Moonlight was a dude, you jerk,” the first guy snapped back, clearly irritated. “No one ever saw them!”

My smirk widened at their banter, a delightful reminder of the many rumors that had blossomed about me over the years.

“If that is Moonlight, Adrian Blackwell has some serious pull, even for a senior member of the Blackwell family,” someone else speculated, awe dripping from their words. “How else could he get such a talented hacker out of retirement?”

I couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride at their comments.

I am not the dull little rabbit of a wife you think I am, am I, Cassian?

**4/13**

**Cassian**

From my vantage point atop a shipping crate, I surveyed the warehouse, my eyes scanning the sea of familiar faces. Most of my associates from the smuggling division were present, their expressions a mix of anticipation and concern.

“I want to address the sabotage of one of our planes,” I declared, my voice steady, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd.

The room was packed, a palpable tension hanging in the air. I assumed Gemma was lurking in the back, too timid to show her face. But an unsettling thought nagged at me—what if she wasn’t?

**5/13**

It was a strange notion, but as I stood there, I felt an absence, as if the very essence of her was missing from the room.

In a moment of impulse, I decided to challenge my own doubts. “I want to recognize the bravery of the crew on the flight. Stand when I call your name,” I instructed, my voice firm.

I went through the names one by one, each crew member standing proudly until I reached the last.

“Gemma Marino,” I called out, my voice echoing.

Silence enveloped the room. I frowned, irritation bubbling within me. “Gemma Marino!” I repeated, this time with more authority.

**6/13**

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