The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 247

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest 247**

**Chapter 247**

Gemma’s POV

With a decisive flick of my wrist, I closed Instagram, the screen darkening with a finality that mirrored my frustration. I shoved my phone aside, feeling a wave of irritation wash over me.

The cacophony of online chatter gnawed at my thoughts, a relentless buzz that threatened to drown me in the unrealistic romantic fantasies that social media peddles as reality. I could feel the weight of it pressing down on me, and I knew I needed an escape—a distraction from the illusion of a perfect life I was being bombarded with.

So, I turned to my laptop, opening the one portal that felt both perilous and oddly comforting: the international hacker forum.

It had been ages since I last logged in. Normally, Zina manages Moonlight’s external account, but tonight, I felt an urgent need to dive in myself.

As the screen flickered to life, the notorious global ranking board emerged, a digital leaderboard infamous for its accuracy, determined by the votes of our peers.

For years, Moonlight had basked in the glory of the number one spot. But then came my marriage, a shift that pulled me from the field, leaving my achievements to fade into the background as if they were mere echoes in my own life. The world continued its frantic search for Moonlight, while I felt like a ghost haunting my own past.

I had slipped quietly to eighth place, a descent that stung more than I cared to admit. But now, as I scanned the rankings, I noticed a flicker of hope—my name was rising again. Recent jobs and a few whispers in the underground circles had sparked a resurgence.

So close! Yet, the top contender remained unmoved, a steadfast presence for years.

“Rizzster…” I muttered under my breath, the name hanging in the air like a specter. This enigmatic figure was a phantom, shrouded in mystery. No one knew their age, gender, or even their location. All that was clear was their unparalleled skill—they never lost.

Just then, a message box blinked to life on my screen, a welcome interruption. An update from Zina.

[My boyfriend said he is free the day after tomorrow. How about you?]

I quickly typed back: [Okay!]

But as I stared at the blinking cursor, a wave of curiosity washed over me. My fingers danced across the keyboard once more. [Rizzster is still the first on the hacker website. Have you investigated them?]

The dots appeared, signaling that Zina was typing. I braced myself for her usual lengthy responses, filled with theories and her characteristic enthusiasm.

[I don’t know. It’s quite secretive!]

I slammed my palm against the desk in frustration. “That’s it?!”

Before I could voice more of my discontent, Zina resumed typing.

I glanced at Jace’s avatar, the gray filter casting a dull hue over his image.

A sigh escaped my lips. He was offline, which meant I wouldn’t get any answers from him tonight.

With a sense of finality, I logged out of the encrypted chat system I had built years ago, a fortress of security designed for the three of us. It was a sanctuary, impenetrable and safe from prying eyes.

As I contemplated my next move, another notification pinged on my external account. Someone wanted to add me as a contact.

[Moonlight? Is it you?]

I hesitated, not replying immediately. More messages flooded in, each one more alarming than the last.

[I am Jace’s girlfriend.]

[I heard he works in your team?]

[Your team has nothing but a useless name. How much can Jace earn from you in a month?]

[I have prepared a better job for him. From today on, he will no longer be a member of your team! Consider it official.]

My jaw dropped, disbelief washing over me. Each line seemed more ludicrous than the last. I scrolled through the messages, caught between amusement and fury.

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