The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 165

**Title: Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest 165**

**Chapter 165**

**Reyna’s POV**

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With a steady hand, I glide the brush along my lower lash line, carefully applying a delicate wash of blue eyeshadow. The color is just enough to impart that ethereal, glassy look to my eyes, giving me an air of fragility that makes me appear slightly pale and weary.

As I prepare myself, I can’t help but think about Cassian. If he chooses to stick to his flight schedule today, the least he could do is show some concern for me. Just a little fuss, a gentle reminder of who has always stood by him through thick and thin, enduring the consequences of his choices.

Even a mere ten minutes in his presence could tip the scales in my favor. I know I’m asking for too much, but this isn’t just a simple matter of love or friendship; it transcends those emotions. This is about survival—my survival.

I have come too far to turn back now.

With my keys in hand, I’m ready to step out into the world. But just as I reach the door, my phone buzzes insistently, pulling my attention away.

“Received: Amount credited for the month of March…”

A frown creases my forehead. It’s only mid-month; why on earth would payroll send my salary early?

I stare at the screen, a sense of unease settling in my gut. Something is definitely off.

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**Chapter 165**

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I had hoped Cassian would be the one to reach out first, to inquire about my well-being. But in a moment of weakness, I break my resolve and scroll down to his name, my thumb hovering over the ‘dial’ button.

Just then, Adam’s name flashes across my screen, interrupting my thoughts.

“Hello? Adam? What’s this payment message about?”

“Miss Reyna?” His voice is annoyingly cheerful, as if he’s delivering good news. “I regret to inform you that you have been terminated from Blackwell Industries, effective immediately.”

Did I just mishear him? The words don’t seem to register in my brain.

“Is this some sort of joke?” My laugh sounds brittle, almost desperate. “Because if it is, Adam, it’s not funny!”

“Thankfully, it’s no joke!”

He responds with a smugness that makes my blood boil.

“The order came directly from the Don. Your final salary for the month has been processed. If you have any concerns, you’re welcome to speak with Mr. Blackwell directly; he’s available until two today. Thank you!”

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**Chapter 165**

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The call disconnects with a sharp beep, and I feel a surge of rage. I hurl my phone to the ground, the sound of it shattering echoing in the silence.

“You arrogant little worm! Damn you, Gemma, and your pathetic lapdog!”

So this is how it all ends? After I was so close to winning him over… just one childish outburst from that spoiled brat in a hospital corridor, and suddenly I’m cast out from everything I’ve worked tirelessly to build?

No.

I stand on the porch, trembling, caught in a whirlwind of emotions as I contemplate my next move. Should I retreat back inside, or…? Suddenly, an idea sparks in my mind.

If Cassian is slipping away from me, I know exactly how to pull him back.

Five minutes later, I’m speeding toward the warehouse, my heart racing with determination.

I’m confident the guards won’t have been alerted yet; all I need to do is slip in before Cassian arrives, and I’ll have my moment of advantage.

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I stride through the entrance with my chin held high, arms crossed defiantly over my chest. If confidence is a weapon, then I’m armed to the teeth.

Joey looks up from the reception desk as I pass by. “Hey, Reyna!”

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I choose to ignore him, my focus locked on my desk as I take deliberate steps, pulling out a carton to start packing my meager belongings. There’s hardly anything of significance—just some gum, a tube of lip balm, and a few receipts.

But I make a show of it, knowing Rhett will be watching from across the room, even though I avoid lifting my head to confirm.

Moments later, he calls out, “Oh hi! Morning, Reyna!”

I clench my jaw, keeping my gaze downward, allowing my dark hair to fall like a curtain over my face. I toss in every stapler, paperweight, and even empty pens into the box, making it look like I’m packing away a lifetime of memories.

The drawer is nearly empty, but I pretend it’s overflowing with significance until Rhett’s concerned voice breaks through my facade.

“Reyna… hello? Why are you so quiet? No response to my greeting?”

I sniffle softly, fighting back the tears, but I remain silent, carefully packing a few tissues into the box.

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“Reyna! What’s going on?”

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