The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 154

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest 154**

**Cassian’s POV**

The helicopter’s blades continue their slow, methodical spin, gradually coming to a stop as I rip off the comms device and safety gear, flinging them toward a waiting staff member who stands ready to receive them.

Adam is here, standing at attention, his tablet poised in his hands, already rattling off updates before my boots even make contact with the helipad.

“…the shipment cleared customs without any issues, and the Milan team has confirmed that…”

Quick footsteps rush past us, the murmurs of greetings barely registering in my mind.

This time, we’ve brought in a heavy cargo load, and the logistics team is already scrambling upstairs to offload the secured items, while Adam and I make our way toward the stairwell.

As I pull out my phone, activating it with a flick of my thumb, Adam continues, his voice steady and professional.

“The Nassau side received the secondary vault blueprints, and the team confirmed that the encryption remains solid.”

The moment my phone powers on, it begins to vibrate incessantly, the screen lighting up with a flood of notifications that demand my attention.

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Chapter 154

I blink in disbelief at the numbers flashing before me: 47 missed calls and 13 messages, all from Reyna.

I halt mid-stride, a knot of concern tightening in my stomach. “Where is she?”

A flicker of hesitation crosses Adam’s face, but he quickly gathers his composure, clearly understanding the gravity of my question.

“She’s… adjusting. A bit shaken up about the reassignment.”

He adds carefully, “But I believe she’s doing better now.”

Adjusting? Like hell she must be!

I shove my phone into my pocket, the tension coiling tighter within me. Was Reyna truly the kind of person who would quietly accept whatever life throws her way? My mind races back to everything I’ve read about their tumultuous family history over the past few days, and it screams otherwise.

Yet, my heart stubbornly defends my old friend.

“Did she try to reach out to anyone aside from me?”

“Not directly. She mentioned wanting to talk to you earlier, but I don’t think it was anything particularly urgent.”

I bury my hands deep into the sides of my jacket. Just as we step onto the mezzanine, raised voices pierce through the air, drawing my attention like a moth to a flame.

That’s odd. The commotion seems to be coming from the VIP lounge, and someone has left the door ajar.

I glance at Adam, who mirrors my alarm and confusion.

“I’ll check with security, Mr. Blackwell,” he says, his face a mask of concern.

I take a few determined steps toward the door, but as I reach the entrance, a loud splash reverberates through the air.

“AHHH! Why did you push me, Gemma?!”

My heart plummets into my stomach, a cold dread washing over me.

In three swift strides, I burst through the door, and my eyes widen in horror as I see Reyna thrashing in the water, gasping for air and screaming desperately.

“HELP! You know I can’t swim!”

My gaze darts to Gemma, who stands at the edge of the pool, seemingly unfazed by the chaos unfolding before her.

She knows how to swim, yet she makes no move to assist. Instead, she watches with her back turned to me, a sick smile playing on her lips.

This isn’t the woman I had begun to see in a new light—gentle and empathetic, albeit with a feisty confidence. No, this isn’t her. Was I wrong about her all along?

Disappointment tightens my chest, but now is not the time for self-doubt regarding the woman I once called my wife.

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