The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 192

**Title: Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest 192**

**Chapter 192**

**Gemma’s POV**

I shift my body slightly, finding myself lying on my back atop the rumpled sheets, my heart racing wildly in my chest, while my wrists and waist throb with the lingering ache from his grip. It’s as if the very fabric of the bed is suffocating me, a reminder of what just transpired.

The moment I muster even a hint of strength, I leap off the bed as if it were engulfed in flames. I stumble into the hallway, my bare feet slapping against the cold floor, trembling with a mix of fear and adrenaline. The thought of gathering my suitcase or slipping on shoes barely registers in my mind; all that matters is escaping this suite as quickly as I can.

As I approach Zina’s door, my legs quiver beneath me, threatening to give way at any second. I raise my hand and knock firmly, but then my nerves get the better of me, and I start pounding on the door like a madwoman desperate for help.

“Yes! Yes, I’m sorry! I know I’m late, but I’m almost done packing—” My voice is frantic, my heart racing faster with each second.

I shake my head vigorously, but when I attempt to speak, my voice falters, cracking under the weight of my emotions.

She pulls me into the room, wrapping a thick blanket around my shoulders, and guides me to the edge of the bed, gently pushing damp strands of hair from my forehead. My teeth chatter uncontrollably, though I can’t even comprehend why—I’m not cold in the traditional sense.

Suddenly, Zina’s phone begins to ring, the sound jarring in the tense atmosphere. She glances at the screen, the name ‘Boyfie <3' flashing brightly, but with a swift motion, she silences it and turns her attention back to me. “Talk to me... please. Are you okay?” "N-no... I don't think so." My voice trembles, barely above a whisper. "C-Cassian..." Zina’s expression shifts instantly, her eyes narrowing with an intensity that ignites a spark of fury. "What did that bastard do this time?" I draw in a shaky breath, struggling to find the words. "He... he confronted me, but he was drunk. He accused me of... of being with Jace, I t-think, he was talking about Jace." My voice breaks, the very act of speaking causing the emotions to swell within me. "And then he... tried..." "Tried what?" Zina presses, her concern palpable. I stare down at the blanket, twisting it in my fingers as if it were a lifeline. "He tried to force himself on me. He shoved me on the bed and... and tried to kiss me." The admission hangs in the air, heavy and suffocating. I take a deep, shuddering breath, the memory flooding back with nauseating clarity. "I could smell the alcohol on him, I couldn't even—" I swallow hard, the bile rising in my throat at the recollection. "I pushed him away, but I felt so disgusted I almost threw up." Zina gasps, her hand flying to cover her mouth in shock. "He what?" Before I can stop them, tears begin to stream down my cheeks, each drop a testament to the horror I’ve just endured. "H-He stopped when I gagged, but he said I was... I was acting because I wanted to be with my boyfriend instead." Zina’s fury ignites further; she grabs a pillow from the chair and hurls it against the wall with a fierce roar. "I swear to GOD I will kill him. I will actually kill him with my own two hands. What kind of sick psycho—!" Her phone buzzes again, the insistent ringing cutting through the chaos. She snatches it up, her anger boiling over. "If you call me one more time, I swear I'll block you for life!" With a decisive click, she hangs up and tosses the phone aside before enveloping me in her arms, holding me tightly as if trying to shield me from the world. "Gemma, listen to me. You don’t go back there. You hear me? I don’t care whose name is on the damn marriage certificate, you are not going back." I bury my face into her shoulder, nodding in agreement, feeling the warmth of her embrace seep into my bones. "Forget about him. Just breathe, you're safe here, Gem. You hear me...? You're safe." **Cassian's POV** I inhale deeply, but it feels as if I’m drawing in flames instead of air. In a fit of frustration, I twist the shower handle, stepping under the icy spray fully clothed, my fists curling into tight balls. The water pelts my skin like a thousand needles, yet it does little to quell the raging fire within me. My heart pounds relentlessly, fueled by the haunting echo of her voice. Every blink brings her face to the forefront of my mind, and the words she hurled at me cut deeper than any physical blow. "Everything that could happen between a man and a woman, happened." My fist collides with the tile wall, pain radiating up my forearm, a welcome distraction from the chaos swirling in my mind. Good! I need something to drown out the madness coursing through my veins before I do something even more reckless. After a few moments under the frigid water, the fog in my mind begins to lift. I peel off my soaked shirt, tossing it to the floor, and rub my hand over my face, trying to clear the remnants of my fury. A few minutes later, I step out, towel off quickly, and change into a fresh shirt and trousers. The tie around my neck feels like a noose, constricting my breath. "There is a man named Jace staying in my hotel. Get me his room number, you’ve got five minutes." I bark into the phone, and within two minutes, a text buzzes in with the information I crave. Room 1509. With a surge of determination, I stride toward the elevator, every step fueled by a desperate need for confrontation. By the time I reach the door, I’m barely holding myself together, the tension coiling within me like a spring ready to snap. I knock once, and that bastard opens the door, lounging casually with his hands in his pockets. Surprise flickers across his face as he recognizes me, but I don’t give him a moment to react. WHAM! I drive my fist square into his jaw, and he stumbles back, shock written all over his features. "What the hell—" I don’t let him finish. Grabbing his collar, I shove him backward into the room, slamming the door shut with my shoulder. He shoves me off, fury igniting in his eyes. "You've lost your mind—!" I smirk, relishing the challenge. Perfect. I want a fight. He swings back with a vengeance.