The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 189

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

**Chapter 189**

**Gemma’s POV**

As the storm raged outside, I found a moment of calm within myself, though the tension in the air still hung heavy. Ina, sitting across from me, straightened her posture, her expression shifting to one of earnest concern.

“Gem,” she began, her tone serious and firm, “I made a promise not to delve into this, but darling… you absolutely have the right to pursue legal action. Why should you let them escape unscathed?”

The rain poured down in relentless sheets, as if the heavens had decided to unleash an entire ocean upon our little island.

“I’m just so tired,” I admitted, the words spilling from my lips before I could hold them back.

“Tired?” Ina echoed, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“Three years of this marriage, Zina. Three long years of feigning happiness when inside I feel anything but. The weight of my family’s expectations, Cassian’s icy demeanor, Reyna’s constant shadow looming over us… I simply don’t have the strength to engage in a courtroom battle right now. Can you even fathom the rumors that would swirl? I refuse to become the punchline of a public joke.”

“You wouldn’t be the joke, babe. He would be,” she countered, her voice filled with conviction.

I curled my knees up to my chest, shaking my head in defiance.

“People always find a way to shift the blame onto the woman. And let’s not forget about my mom; if she hears about this, given her fragile state, I can’t bear the thought of jeopardizing her recovery. I just want a clean break, even if it takes another year.”

Ina sighed deeply, wrapping her arms around my shoulders in a comforting embrace.

“Okay, I understand. You deserve tranquility over triumph,” she said softly, her words a soothing balm for my frayed nerves.

A gentle knock interrupted our moment of solace, and Zina swung the door open to reveal Jace standing there, a sheepish grin plastered across his face.

“My room was a total disaster, and since we’re stuck here until morning, I went ahead and booked us two penthouse suites. Hope you two can manage to share comfortably?”

Zina let out an exaggerated whistle. “Look at Mr. Moneybags! Living large, are we?”

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