The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 151

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

**Chapter 151-2**

“Alright then. As I was saying, I’ll take full responsibility for my duties and ensure that I complete all the tasks assigned to me.”

“You’re truly inspiring, Reyna!”

“That’s the spirit! Even if she’s barely more than an assistant now, her passion for her job still shines through!”

Their words seem innocent enough on the surface, but I can see the glint of amusement in their eyes… as if they’re savoring every moment of my discomfort.

I turn to leave, but just as I’m about to escape, Ash calls out to me.

“Reyna!”

I halt, bracing myself for whatever he might say, but instead, he greets me with a sheepish smile that makes my blood boil.

“Before you head downstairs to tackle the inventory, could you do me a favor and grab me a coffee first? I didn’t sleep well last night.”

I feel a surge of indignation, nearly bursting into flames right there, but I manage to contain my fury as I stomp out of the conference room, each step like a dagger stabbing into the floor.

**15:40**

Let Cassian come back… these fools think they can trample over me simply because of a temporary title change?

I swear I’ll see every last one of them out of a job.

Bloody cockroaches! Every single one of them.

**Chapter 151-2**

The wretched morning has dragged into late afternoon, and still, there’s no sign of Cassian.

Not a single call, not even a damn text. Even Liam and Rhett are ignoring my calls. For crying out loud, did the entire male population of Blackwell Industries decide to disappear when I needed them most?

“Bastards.”

I mutter under my breath, wincing slightly as I limp down the hall. My feet are in agony! The red ankle straps feel like barbed wire cutting into my skin with every ridiculous step I take, after running back and forth in the stock room, counting and storing these hideous knock-off designer bags.

My hands are coated in a tacky plastic residue from handling the merchandise all day, but the blisters on my feet pale in comparison to the ache in my pride.

**15:40**

“…do you think it’s because the Don announced his marriage?”

**Chapter 151-2**

Bianca’s trap opens again, but I pivot on my heel, refusing to wait for a response.

I storm into the copy room, slamming the door behind me. In a fit of rage, I hurl the cup in my hand against the wall. It shatters into a thousand pieces, coffee splattering across the wall. Heat floods my cheeks, a mix of anger and sheer humiliation.

This… this is the worst day of my life.

And without a doubt, it all circles back to one person.

That smug little slut has her claws sunk into Cassian… so deep that he’s now tearing me apart to please her. Gemma must have whined to him about yesterday, and because of her, I’m forced to endure their phony smiles and even more phony displays of sympathy, all while they revel in my downfall.

But this isn’t over… it’s not finished until Reyna Holloway declares it so.

I’ll show that foolish half-sister of mine, who thinks she’s won this little game, exactly why I’m always the one who comes out on top.

**15:40**

**Chapter 151-2**

I pull out my phone and type out a message.

Game on, little sister.