The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 155

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

**Chapter 155**

**Gemma’s POV**

“Cassian!” Reyna’s voice cuts through the air, hoarse and trembling, yet somehow strong enough to slice through the cacophony of guards that envelop her.

With a determination that seems almost comical given her current state, she awkwardly maneuvers past the guards, her legs quaking beneath her like a newborn fawn taking its first steps. Each movement appears labored, a struggle to maintain any semblance of grace as she inches closer to us, her tone soft and pleading, perfectly mirroring her pitiful appearance.

“Cassian… please…”

Her words spill out, fragile and desperate, as she teeters dangerously, almost losing her balance and threatening to face-plant onto the unforgiving ground.

“Please don’t blame her…”

Before I can fully process her plea, Cassian shoots me a piercing glare, one that holds a thousand unspoken accusations, before he dashes toward her. He extends his arm, just in time to catch her, preventing her from collapsing entirely.

In a moment that feels both tender and tragic, she crumples against him, her body going limp like a ragdoll, her weight pressing heavily against his chest.

“Cassian, Gemma didn’t do anything on purpose,” Roma murmurs softly, her voice laced with concern.

“Don’t scold her, okay? We’re at work, and now she is publicly recognized as your wife… her disgrace reflects on you too…”

Those words pierce through my heart like a dagger; they talk about me as if I’m invisible, as if I’m not even standing here, witnessing this painful exchange.

Before he can respond, Reyna brings a hand to her temple, her expression twisting in discomfort as if she’s battling a headache.

Cassian’s grip tightens around her, his fingers brushing back her damp hair with a gentleness that seems to soften his usually stern demeanor.

“You don’t need to worry about that. Let’s get you to the hospital first,” he assures her, his voice low and soothing.

Adam, ever the efficient one, gives a quick signal to the guards, who hurry to fetch the car from the back entrance of the warehouse. Meanwhile, Reyna attempts to walk with Cassian’s support, putting on a show of strength, though it’s painfully clear that she’s struggling.

But just two steps in, she stumbles over her own feet, a misstep that seems almost scripted. Cassian exhales a frustrated sigh before bending down to lift her effortlessly, his face a mixture of irritation and concern.

He turns his gaze toward the poolside, scanning the area, searching for me.

In that moment, I press myself firmly against the alcove behind the cabana’s curtain, deliberately hiding from his view. I wanted to avoid letting Reyna’s theatrics twist the knife deeper into my heart for all to see.

Let them think I’ve vanished; perhaps it’s for the best.

I peek out just enough to catch sight of him giving up on finding me, lifting his chin defiantly as he strides out the back. Reyna wraps her arms around his neck like a graceful swan, her eyes fluttering closed in a serene expression that makes my stomach churn.

The urge to vomit rises within me.

I should have left… the moment he dove into the pool, I should have walked away and never looked back. But if only it were that simple.

Here I am, trapped behind this pillar, paralyzed by my own emotions.

Every time I think I’ve steeled myself, ready to confront the chaos of my feelings for him, life throws another humiliation my way, dragging me back to square one.

My heart, which I believed had been pulverized into dust, continues to demonstrate its resilience, proving time and again that it can be shattered anew. The cruelest joke of all is the one I’ve played on myself by signing that absurd agreement, willingly subjecting myself to this torment for another year!

A full year of watching him succumb to her charms once again, swallowing my pride, and pretending that I don’t care.

I’m such a fool.

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