The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 144

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest 144**

**Chapter 144**

**Gemma**

As I shut my eyes, an overwhelming exhaustion envelops me like a heavy blanket.

Since the decision to divorce, sharing the same space with Cassian has felt like operating a relentless machine, perpetually on the verge of overheating. Each day, the tension simmers just beneath the surface, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge of burnout.

When morning breaks, I awaken to find Cassian’s absence palpable in the air. Donovan informs me that he left early for the office, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at the predictability of it all.

Typical Cassian.

A wave of helplessness washes over me. Is this really how he intends to navigate the fallout of our relationship?

Donovan settles into a chair across from me, placing a steaming cup of coffee in front of me, its rich aroma wafting through the air.

“How did your conversation with Cassian go last night?” he inquires, his voice laced with genuine concern.

I pause, my fingers gripping a piece of toast as I contemplate my response. “It went fine,” I manage to say, forcing a smile that feels more like a mask than a reflection of my emotions. I don’t want to burden him with my worries.

Damn Cassian! He simply got up and left, leaving me to sift through the wreckage he created. It’s infuriating.

As I reflect on the situation, a bitter thought crosses my mind: it’s almost too predictable, isn’t it? This is exactly what he’s always done.

“Good to hear,” Donovan replies, a satisfied smile creeping across his face.

Just as I gather my thoughts to share my intention of moving out, a servant approaches, presenting an unfamiliar card.

“You and Cassian never had a honeymoon, did you?”

My heart drops at the question.

Cassian never fought against the marriage; he couldn’t, not when his grandfather was involved. But a honeymoon? That seems utterly absurd.

“He’s always swamped with work. Cassian doesn’t have time for something like that,” I reply, trying to mask my frustration.

Donovan scoffs, clearly unimpressed.

“What, the operations can’t survive without him for just a few days? There’s an overseas partnership that requires his attention. Why don’t you accompany him? I’ll have a word with him. Once the deal is done, you two can enjoy some time together and consider it a belated honeymoon.”

I stare at Donovan, my mouth agape in disbelief.

“Donovan, isn’t this a bit sudden? What if Cassian already has other commitments?”

The thought of this entire situation drains me further.

“I’ll have a chat with him,” he says, his tone resolute as if the decision has already been made.

How can I possibly refuse him? Honestly, without Donovan’s support, I might not even have the courage to…

He urges me to finish my breakfast and heads outside to tend to his beloved flower garden.

I slump back into my chair, staring at the now tepid coffee, the nausea creeping in almost immediately.

I leap up and rush to the bathroom, leaning over the sink as dry heaves wrack my body, but nothing comes up.

A maid stationed outside notices my pallor and approaches cautiously. “Mrs. Blackwell, are you feeling alright? Should we call for the family doctor?”

I splash cold water on my face, trying to regain my composure. “I’m fine. Just ate too quickly.”

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