The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 167

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest**
**Chapter 167**

**Cassian’s POV**

Rhett’s hand clutched my collar for a fleeting moment, a mere heartbeat, before I grasped his shoulders and shoved him back with enough force to send him stumbling a few steps away. The suddenness of the motion surprised even me, but I couldn’t let him intimidate me.

“Have you completely lost your damn mind?” I demanded, my voice low but edged with anger.

His jaw clenched, muscles rippling with tension, yet he stood his ground, unwavering. “No! Just because I don’t buy your story doesn’t mean I’m wrong. This gossip and PR bullshit… come on, Cassian. You’re doing this to Reyna because you know she’ll quietly accept it. You’re fully aware of how many times that girl’s had opportunities snatched right from her grasp by that bitch you married.”

I held my silence, allowing him to spiral deeper into his tirade.

“She dreamed of marrying you, you know! And what did her evil stepsister do? She twisted your grandfather’s sympathy into a forced marriage contract. Yet, Reyna never once complained! Now, when she’s finally standing on her own two feet after overcoming the devastating loss of her father, you want to pull the rug out from under her?” His voice was rising, a mix of frustration and disbelief.

“If you came here just to spout nonsense and aren’t actually interested in hearing a single fact, then you can get the hell out,” I shot back, my patience wearing thin.

Rhett huffed, his breath coming out in a frustrated rush. “Newsflash, Cassian! We might not be as loaded as your family, but we still have our connections. Reyna was the only one who relied on you, never once considering that you’d sell her out.”

He continued bitterly, and I found no inclination to halt his rant.

“She thought you would protect her, but you’re just getting played in a longer game. When that gold-digger milks you dry and you finally wake up to how badly you’ve messed up, you won’t have a single shoulder to lean on. Just wait and see; I’ll be there to ask you if she was worth all of this, and I can guarantee you won’t say yes.”

With that, I turned away from him, sinking into my chair as I pulled my laptop closer. The screen flickered to life, a barrier between us that dismissed him without needing words.

He lingered for a moment, perhaps hoping for a reaction. When none came, his voice cut through the air, sharper than before. “You know, I never thought you’d be the type to change so completely. Guess I was wrong about who to call a friend.”

The door slammed shut behind him, but Gemma’s earlier words echoed in my mind, haunting me. Long ago, she had pointed out how Reyna seemed to transform into two different people depending on whom she was speaking to.

I had brushed it off back then, but now, those observations aligned perfectly with my growing confusion.

How on earth did Rhett know anything about the private conversation that had transpired between Reyna and Adam?

There was no way Rhett should possess any knowledge of it unless Reyna had confided in him. Which meant… she wasn’t nearly as innocent as she had tried to appear.

A low whistle broke through my spiraling thoughts.

“Poor bloke!”

Liam strolled in casually from behind the stained glass partition, a smirk plastered across his face. “At least he finally learned to take a stand.”

I turned to him, my brow furrowing in irritation. “How long have you been spying?”

He waved dismissively at the bar behind the glass. “I just came to sneak some of your whiskey stash, but when I heard the yelling, I figured I might as well gather some intel while I’m at it. You never share anything useful anyway!”

I raised an eyebrow, skepticism etched on my features. “And who was he ‘taking a stand’ for? I’m the one who got him that executive position by putting in a good word with Grandpa, straight out of college.”

Liam clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disbelief. “Man… you still don’t get it, do you? You really think loyalty is worth more than a decade-long crush?”

“Crush! On Reyna—!”

I stiffened, genuinely taken aback by his revelation, and he grinned as if he were watching me piece together a thousand disjointed thoughts.

“Cass! Seriously? You’re the only one in this entire city who doesn’t know. I guess being too obsessed with business, contracts, and mafia code has its drawbacks. If you had ever looked up from your damn files, you’d have seen Rhett practically drooling over her. And she wasn’t shy about flirting back, either, until I outright suggested it and she flipped, making me the target of his outburst.”

“That’s what the fight was about the other day?”

Liam met my gaze with a knowing look.

“I’m over it, but you really need to start paying attention.”

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