The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 159

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest 159**

**Chapter 159**

**Reyna’s POV**

The initial shock that had flickered in his eyes slowly morphed into a chilling detachment, as if he had erected an impenetrable wall around himself once more.

“Don’t talk nonsense, and get out of here, girl! Remember who you’re talking to.”

His voice thundered through the sterile room, reverberating off the walls and sending a shiver down my spine. Fear danced nervously in my stomach, but I quickly steeled myself. I reminded myself that he was not the formidable figure he once was; he was now confined to a hospital bed, tethered to machines and IV drips that beeped rhythmically, a reminder of his frailty. He could bark all he wanted, but he lacked the bite that once terrified me.

The iron is hot, and no one can stop me from striking now.

I slowly rose from the visitor’s chair, the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Leaning in just slightly, I narrowed my gaze.

“Am I the one talking nonsense? Or are you the one falling for their charade of being so deeply in love, even after you’ve seen the divorce agreement with your own eyes?”

His jaw tightened visibly, a muscle twitching in response to my words. For a man who claimed to be unfazed by my presence, he appeared rather rattled, a flicker of vulnerability surfacing through his steely facade.

Good! I thought, a sense of satisfaction swelling within me as I observed him grind his teeth, each word spilling out with barely contained fury.

“Leave. Now. Or else—”

I widened my eyes dramatically, placing a hand over my heart as if his aggression had genuinely startled me.

Okay, I’ll leave, Mr. Blackwell! But I thought you should know that your precious and pure daughter-in-law isn’t as honest as you believe. Why else would she conceal the real reason for her inability to conceive after all these years?

I leaned in, my expression innocently curious, as if I were merely seeking information. He remained silent, but I could practically see the gears turning in his mind, connecting the dots I had laid out for him.

“It’s not the fertility issues you’ve been pouring all that money into treating. It’s Cassian who doesn’t want an heir from her at all.”

His complexion drained of color, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a pang of sympathy for him… almost.

“I hope this revelation helps you see the right option.”

Without waiting for a response, I bowed deeply, a mock gesture of respect.

“Take care, Mr. Blackwell! I wish you a swift recovery.”

As I turned to leave, I caught a final glimpse of him out of the corner of my eye. His hands were clenched tightly in his lap, a storm of rage brewing beneath the surface.

But alas! Don Blackwell was also a slave to time, and now he was too old and frail to pose any real threat to me.

Outside, I casually tossed the bouquet of roses into the trash can situated just beyond his room.

Good riddance!

If Cassian is too shackled by his vows, his sense of duty, and the weight of his guilt to act on our relationship, then I will be the one to liberate him from this torment.

After all, I’m the only one striving to save him from this living nightmare.

Gemma can wallow in her pride and status… whatever allows her to sleep at night. But we shall soon see who stands by Cassian when all of this comes to a head.

Because I would rather die a thousand times than allow that smug woman to maintain her pride.

Illegitimate, my ass!

**Gemma’s POV**

The skies had darkened ominously, heavy with storm clouds, by the time I stepped out of the mansion. My gaze fell ahead, spotting Cassian already waiting for me by the car, holding the passenger door open with an air of expectation.

I couldn’t fathom how he knew I was coming with him or why he was so certain I wouldn’t choose any other way to travel, but I didn’t bother to ask.

I nodded quickly, my heart racing. “Of course, we’ll be careful—”

But before I could express my gratitude, Grandpa suddenly turned his head away like a petulant child, glaring behind me.

“If that’s the case, then get this bastard out of my room first!”

He pointed an accusing finger at Cassian, his voice low and furious. “Nothing is more upsetting than seeing his face, especially after he shamelessly broadcasted this news to the very vultures counting on my death.”

I gasped, horrified. “Grandpa, no—”

“Grandpa!” Cassian protested simultaneously, stepping forward, his expression a mix of confusion and anger.

“What have I done?!”

“Didn’t you hear me?”

Donovan snapped, and almost instantly, the heart monitor began to beep steadily, as if responding to the tension in the room.

I acted swiftly, turning to Cassian, who was the easier target of my urgency. “Cassian, I think you should leave, right now.”

He stared at me for a moment, his eyes flashing with a tumult of emotions—anger, betrayal, and protest… but I only added one word that I hoped would sway him.

“Please.”

His mouth flattened into a thin line, a storm brewing in his gaze.

“Alright.”

The door clicked shut behind him, and I returned to Grandpa’s bedside. His breaths were still uneven, but his eyes softened when they met mine. He bowed his head slightly, a gesture of contrition.

“Gemma! Please forgive me. I’m your culprit.”