The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 245

**TITLE: Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest 245**

**Chapter 245**

**Reyna’s POV**

The space that separates us is hardly more than a few feet, yet it feels as if an unfathomable chasm lies between us.

As I watch him envelop her in his embrace, a sense of desolation washes over me. It’s a peculiar sensation, one I’ve never encountered before; it’s as if I could be standing right beside him, and still, he wouldn’t spare me a glance or acknowledge my presence.

The world around me begins to blur, the cacophony of voices fading into a dull hum that barely registers in my mind.

All I can focus on is Cassian, his arms wrapped securely around Gemma, as though the rest of existence has faded into oblivion.

My nails dig into my palms, the sharp pain a mere whisper compared to the raging inferno of anguish in my chest.

Why her? Why does it always have to be her?

My heart constricts painfully, but I force myself to inhale deeply, drawing air into my lungs as if I can summon the strength to confront this unbearable reality. I yearn to stride forward, to wrench her from his arms, and demand to know what he believes he’s doing.

But then, a sudden commotion erupts around them, the reporters pressing in closer, their microphones thrusting forward like spears.

In an instant, they swarm Cassian and Gemma, flashes of light erupting around them, dazzling and disorienting like a storm of fireworks.

My steps falter, hesitation clawing at my resolve.

This isn’t the right moment. If I plunge into that chaos now, I risk becoming nothing more than a shadow in Cassian’s eyes, a mere distraction to their romantic tableau, or perhaps even the punchline of a cruel joke for the onlookers.

No, I refuse to grant her that satisfaction.

With a deliberate effort, I draw in a slow, measured breath, allowing the calm to envelop me like a protective cloak, shielding me from the tempest of my emotions. I turn away from the throng of reporters and make my way to the service desk instead.

“Excuse me,” I murmur, my voice surprisingly steady despite the turmoil within. “Could I borrow a piece of paper and a pen?”

The attendant blinks at me, momentarily taken aback, then nods and slides the requested items across the counter. I begin to write quickly, pouring every ounce of my feelings into the paper, as if my words could compel him to understand the depth of my pain.

Once I finish, I fold the note carefully and hand it back to the attendant.

“Please, ensure this reaches Captain Blackwell. He’ll recognize it as soon as he reads it, but it’s crucial that he gets it. At any cost, please…”

The staff members gaze at me with puzzled expressions, their confusion evident.

They don’t recognize me; they don’t know that I once poured my heart and soul into the very skies that he now flies through.

As an engineer, I’ve never interacted much with the crew, but the sting of their adoration for Gemma feels like a sharp blade.

I hastily wipe away the moisture gathering at the corners of my eyes, catching it before it can betray my composure. I force a small, polite smile, though it feels more like a mask than a genuine expression.

“Thank you… you’ve done me a great favor.”

“Please, step aside…”

As I walk away, I can hear their whispers rising behind me, a cacophony of speculation.

“Who is she? Could she be Captain Blackwell’s mistress?”

“What? But he’s married. His wife is stunning!”

“Ha! No man stays loyal forever.”

A sharp smirk tugs at my lips. Let them speculate. None of them know the truth, nor could they ever grasp the bond that ties me to him… or the lengths I am willing to go to for him.

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