The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 240

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest 240**
**Chapter 240**

**Gemma’s POV**

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Every breath I take feels like a struggle, a fight against the suffocating shadows that Reyna has cast around me. Her audacity is a weight I can’t shake off, a constant reminder of her betrayal that gnaws at my insides, refusing to let me rest.

Does she really believe she can play her dirty games while donning the mask of a pure Virgin Goddess? She may have slipped through the cracks once, but I refuse to turn a blind eye any longer. No, now it’s my turn to expose her, to drag her deceit into the light for everyone to see and judge.

With a steely resolve, I log into the Moonlight account, my heart as cold as ice. It’s just a few lines of code, and suddenly, the screen flickers to life, revealing the last footage of Cassian’s Rolls-Royce captured by the city’s surveillance cameras.

So, he’s still with her, is he?

A tight line forms on my lips as I scrutinize the coordinates, cross-referencing the video with hospital logs. The pieces fit together too seamlessly, and the realization sends a surge of fury coursing through me, tightening my chest like a vice.

I slam the door of my car behind me with a force that echoes through the hospital parking lot, a loud declaration of my rage.

I follow the coordinates I’ve traced, my eyes glued to my phone until the elevator dings, announcing my arrival. The doors slide open, and I step out, my heart pounding like a war drum.

As I approach the room, the voices within become clearer, slicing through the tension in the air.

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My hand comes to a halt on the doorknob when I catch his voice, a sound that sends a chill down my spine.

“I promise to take out a part of the special medicine from Lisette—”

His words hit me like daggers, each syllable a stab to my heart. A wave of heat rushes up my neck, burning my skin. The one thing I had explicitly told him never to do, under any circumstances, and here he is, casually promising it to Angela?

The anger bubbling within me ignites into a wildfire, blurring my vision.

Reyna jerks upright, her expression startled, and Cassian turns to face me, his eyes wide with shock—he knows the storm he has unleashed.

I don’t give them a moment to process, a fleeting second to react.

CRACK!

My palm connects with Reyna’s cheek, the sound reverberating through the room as she stumbles sideways, colliding with the bed rail.

“Ah!” she gasps, her voice a mix of surprise and pain.

Angela bolts upright, her eyes wide with alarm. “Reyna!”

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“Gemma, listen…” Cassian begins, his voice a mixture of concern and disbelief.

But I won’t let him finish. My hand swings again, this time across his face. The slap echoes louder than the first, and his head jerks to the side, disbelief etched across his features.

The room feels like it’s holding its breath, all eyes on us, stunned by the audacity of someone daring to strike Cassian Blackwell.

I point a trembling finger at him, my voice quaking with rage but unyielding. “I never had any hope for you. But you… you keep pushing me past my limits, time and again. Now you want to hand my mother’s medicine to your bloody mistress? Have you forgotten what I warned you about?”

I catch sight of the red mark blooming on his cheek, and for a fleeting moment, guilt stirs within me. But no! He deserves this! He has earned every ounce of my wrath.

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