The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 177

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth**
**by Eli Dane Crest**
**Chapter 177**

**Gemma’s POV**

The incessant buzzing of my phone on the nightstand jolts me from my half-slumber. I roll over with a groan, burying my face deeper into the soft embrace of my pillow. There’s absolutely no way I’m dealing with him right now.

“Are you really going to ignore that?”

Zina’s voice drips with a lazy curiosity, but I can feel her eyes boring into me, assessing my every move.

“Not a chance!”

I tug the blanket up over my head, cocooning myself in its warmth. “I’m going to pretend it’s broken until my ears stop working.”

She tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips as if she’s trying to soothe a cranky child.

“Gemma, you do realize he’ll just keep calling, right? And that means our entire night is going to be wrecked.”

“I just want to sleep without having to engage in another argument…”

I mumble into the pillow, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me.

Zina nudges my shoulder gently, her tone shifting to one of mild urgency. “Come on, babe. Just answer it, okay? Just so he’ll stop making that awful noise?”

I know Zina could sleep through a marching band parade, so I can’t fathom why she’s so eager to side with him. It’s beyond me.

With a final, reluctant sigh, I reach for the phone, swiping the screen to answer. “What is it?”

His voice cuts through the air like a knife.

“If my wife is still feeling suffocated, it would be prudent for us to consult a doctor, rather than allowing you to wander around at midnight! How can I monitor your illness when you keep ignoring my calls?”

His tone is a perfect blend of authority and irritation, and it makes my teeth clench in frustration. I open my mouth to respond, but Zina catches enough of his tone to shift her mood dramatically.

Before I can react, she snatches the phone from my grasp, her indignation palpable.

“Wow. Unbelievable, Mr. Blackwell!”

She doesn’t even take a moment to breathe.

“I think you should be the one seeking a doctor for amnesia because it’s clear you only remember she’s your wife when it’s convenient for you.”

I reach for the phone, but she braces her elbow against my ribs, continuing her tirade without missing a beat.

“Moreover, you seem to have forgotten that being a husband means considering your wife’s comfort before inviting strangers into your honeymoon suite.”

I press my palm to my face, exasperated, but Zina is on a roll now, her words firing off like cannonballs.

“How dare you? You can parade whoever you want around, and then scold her for stepping out? How dare you be this hypocritical? And an arrogant one at that?”

There’s a heavy pause, and Zina finally declares, “Good talk, Cassian. Don’t bother calling again until you’ve figured out what it actually means to be a husband.”

Zina jabs the end button with unnecessary force, flinging the phone back onto the nightstand. Then, without warning, she envelops me in a bear hug, her arms locking around me like a warm, human straitjacket.

“No more calls, okay? I’m sorry.”

She murmurs while nuzzling into my hair, and I can’t help but laugh despite the tension, as she squeezes me tighter.

**Cassian’s POV**

I lower the phone from my ear, my jaw tightening as the weight of reality settles in. So, she wasn’t in the mood for a stroll, of course not. I should have grasped that at the moment.

Gemma had fled to her friend’s room simply because Reyna was occupying our bathroom.

I exhale sharply through my nose, letting the phone drop onto the table beside me.

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