The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 207

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest**
**Chapter 207**

**Gemma’s POV**

The silence in the room is thick, almost suffocating, until Reyna’s voice pierces through it. It’s fragile, as if each word is a delicate glass shard, and she’s piecing together a story that could shatter at any moment.

“Gemma… please don’t misunderstand. Cassian only came because I was robbed and a-a-as… assaulted. I didn’t… I didn’t have anyone else to call.”

As she speaks, her gaze drops to the floor, her fingers twisting together like vines in a desperate attempt to find stability. Her shoulders hunch forward, and tears glisten in her eyes, painting a picture of someone who has faced the world’s cruelty and now seeks my sympathy. She seems to expect that I will wrap her in comfort, but I find myself resisting that urge.

In the past, I might have let her words slide, choosing the path of least resistance and avoiding confrontation. But today feels different. Today, I refuse to remain silent.

A faint smile creeps onto my lips, though the tone of my voice is anything but soft. “Robbed, you say? Isn’t it curious that just yesterday you ‘missed your flight’?”

Her head snaps up, surprise widening her eyes as if I’ve just unveiled a hidden truth.

“What a series of coincidences, Reyna. First, a conveniently missed flight. Now, you’re claiming to be robbed in the heart of the city, and Cassian just happens to be the one who finds you every single time? Truly remarkable luck!”

I let the sarcasm drip from my words, watching her face drain of color as she realizes I’m onto her.

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Zina’s gaze. A flicker of satisfaction dances in her eyes, mirroring my own.

Reyna stammers, her voice barely above a whisper, “I—I didn’t plan any of this. I really didn’t. I only—”

“Yes, yes, of course. You just happen to attract tragedies wherever Cassian is around. What an extraordinary talent to possess!”

“Gemma!”

As always, Cassian rushes to her defense, his instinct to protect her like a knight in shining armor.

“She was mugged and endured a significant trauma. Even if you can’t muster sympathy for her, is it really necessary to accuse her like this? Don’t you have any compassion?”

His words twist my heart, a painful reminder of the bond they share. I should be furious, I tell myself. But instead, a dull weariness washes over me, leaving me feeling heavy. At this point, I’d be more surprised if he didn’t jump to her aid.

“I see.”

My voice is laced with detachment, a mask for the turmoil inside me.

“You can continue your heroic act, Cassian. But forgive me if I don’t relish watching this same tired drama unfold—innocent girl and the fool who believes every word she utters.”

I don’t wait for a response. I pivot on my heel, determined to leave them behind, knowing Zina will follow closely at my side.

I can’t wait to escape this tangled web of emotions.

**Cassian’s POV**

Reyna drops her gaze, her voice soft as she places a trembling hand on my arm.

“Cassian, you should go after Gemma. I can wait here alone. Don’t worry about me.”

Her hand quivers, fear radiating from her, yet she manages a smile that feels like a faint echo of the childhood friend I once knew—the one who never sought attention or drama, but instead understood me in silence and encouraged me to mend things.

“Thank you!”

I burst out of the police station, the humid morning air hitting my face like a rush of clarity. Just as she raises her arm to hail a taxi, a sharp pang of panic propels me forward.

“Gemma! Wait!”

She doesn’t turn around or slow her pace. Her back is rigid, her steps quickening as if she’s trying to escape. I push myself to walk faster, reaching her before the taxi arrives.

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