The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 191

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth**
by Eli Dane Crest
**Chapter 191**

**Gemma’s POV**

A knot forms in my throat, rendering each breath a struggle. The air feels thick, almost suffocating, as I stand frozen, grappling with the reality before me.

His eyes—those once familiar depths—now blaze with a fury that sends a chill down my spine. Bloodshot and wild, they seem to pierce through me, and I instinctively take a step back, only to halt myself. Is it fear that paralyzes me, or shock? Perhaps a disconcerting blend of both.

“What are you doing here now? I thought you planned to stay out permanently,” I manage to utter, my voice trembling slightly.

The calmness in his tone is far more unsettling than any shout could ever be.

“What—?” I begin, but my words falter as his piercing gaze narrows in on me, dissecting my every move.

“If you didn’t, then what the hell were you last night? I thought maybe you got lost, but now I see… You were too busy messing around with some random guy to answer my calls, right!”

His accusation strikes like a whip, igniting disbelief that quickly morphs into a searing rage within my chest. “Excuse me?!” I retort, incredulous.

“You heard me the first time!” he snaps back, his voice low and frigid. “You disappear to an island with your so-called friends, sleep there, and don’t even bother to explain your absence. What else am I supposed to think but that you always planned to embarrass me?”

In a moment fueled by adrenaline, my hand rises before I can comprehend my own actions. The sharp crack of my palm against his cheek reverberates through the alcohol-soaked room, and his head jerks slightly to the side.

“If spending one night away is enough to make you feel embarrassed, then maybe you should consider yourself dirty for crawling into her bed for the hundredth time in a row!” I spit, my heart racing.

His eyes ignite with fury. “Watch your mouth.”

“Oh, why? Can’t stand the truth?” I challenge, my laughter ringing out cold and sharp, even to my own ears.

“You want details? Fine! We had a fantastic time on that island. We ate together, swam together… and then the storm hit, so we hunkered down for the night! Now, what about you? Can you list what all you were up to? I’ll wait.”

His jaw clenches tightly, and I can see the anger radiating from him, a palpable energy that fills the room.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? This isn’t about me, Gemma! You’re the one who didn’t come home, didn’t answer my calls, who let me sit here like an idiot—”

“Oh please, Cassian!” I interject sharply, crossing my arms defiantly. “Don’t act like you were sitting by the window waiting for me like a lonely housewife!”

“Gemma, cut the bullshit and tell me, what exactly happened last night!?” His voice is laced with raw jealousy, a sharp edge that cuts through the air.

I meet his gaze, unflinching, and the words spill out with a reckless abandon. “What!? You know that I was with a random man, right? A man and a woman, locked inside a private suite for the whole night… everything that could happen, happened.”

The silence that follows is deafening, a heavy weight that presses down on us both. My brain races to catch up with my reckless tongue, and for a fleeting moment, I consider retreating.

“Get off me!” I manage to cry out, my voice laced with desperation.

His grip tightens around my waist, kneading the soft flesh in his fist, and I feel a wave of nausea rise within me. The bitter taste of betrayal coats my tongue as I gag.

Cassian freezes, his breath ragged and warm against my ear, and I twist away from him, hissing in anger. “You’re disgusting! You reek of booze and Reyna… just stay away from me!”

Something shifts in him at my words, or perhaps it’s the way I scream them that causes his shoulders to stiffen.

“Disgusting?” he echoes mockingly, a dark smile twisting his lips. “So the wife who spends the night with another man suddenly wants to play an innocent virgin now?”

My disbelief is palpable, but his mocking expression only deepens my anger. He shoves away from me, turning to grab the loose tie from the floor.

Glancing over his shoulder, I can almost feel the hatred radiating from him like a palpable force.

“Don’t worry, you can still go back to your boyfriend if that’s what you prefer.”

With that, he storms into the bathroom, slamming the door with such force that the walls tremble.

In the suffocating silence that follows, I’m left reeling, caught in a tumultuous storm of fury and heartbreak. I don’t even know whether to scream or cry, the emotions swirling within me like a chaotic tempest.