The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 253

**TITLE: Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest 253**

**Chapter 253**

**Gemma’s POV**

The way Molly gapes at me is utterly hilarious. Her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, as if she’s struggling to swallow words that seem determined to flee. For a full ten seconds, she stands frozen, blinking in disbelief, before finally exclaiming, “Huh? Did you… did you just say I don’t have to be an intern?”

With a smirk, I cross my arms and lean back against the desk, feeling a sense of authority. “That’s right. Your ability to hack into that system? It’s genuinely impressive. That’s precisely the kind of talent I need on my team.”

Molly presses her palms against her flushed cheeks as if she’s been struck by a sudden wave of warmth. “Wait… so you’re serious? I thought my little trick was going to ruin my chances, not… not help me.”

I can’t help but smile, “Looks like it paid off big time.”

Her eyes light up, sparkling like a child witnessing fireworks for the very first time.

“Are you free this afternoon? Because after we sign the contract, I want to introduce you to the rest of the team.” I can already envision Zina’s reaction—she’ll likely grumble about me rushing things, but deep down, I know she’ll fall in love with Molly’s enthusiasm once she sees it for herself.

Molly nods her head rapidly, so fast I’m genuinely concerned she might give herself whiplash.

—

We breeze through the paperwork, and by the time we step out of the classroom, she’s still bubbling over, her words spilling out in a torrent I can barely keep up with.

“The confidentiality agreement is signed! So, am I going to meet Moonlight now? Can I see Moonlight today? Is he here on campus? I mean… oh my god! When I first saw Moonlight at the top of the hacker rankings, I thought, ‘that’s it, that’s the pinnacle.’ Nobody could touch him. And then, after he disappeared, I took the spot, but you know, it didn’t feel right. I always told myself, if Moonlight comes back, I’d step down without a fight. Because no one could surpass Moonlight in my heart—”

I can’t contain my laughter any longer.

“Molly,” I say, trying to keep my tone gentle, “you don’t need to meet Moonlight anymore.”

That brings her to an abrupt halt, her sneakers squeaking against the hallway tiles. “Huh? Why not? Don’t tell me he left the team? No way!”

Jace, who typically remains silent in moments like this, surprisingly chimes in, his voice dry and matter-of-fact. “Because you’ve already met Moonlight.”

Molly tilts her head, confusion etched across her features. “Really? When?” Her eyes dart to Jace, widening with sudden realization. “Wait a minute…”

Her gaze swings back to me, and I can almost see the gears turning in her mind as the realization hits her. Her jaw drops in astonishment. “You’re… you’re Moonlight? Oh my gosh, Moonlight is a woman?!”

I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. “Are you disappointed?”

She shakes her head so vigorously that her ponytail whips around like a pendulum. “Disappointed? Are you kidding me? You’re gorgeous! You’re brilliant! And you are my boss! Whoa! I can die happy now.”

I laugh so hard that I have to cover my mouth to stifle the sound. Just as I’m about to lead her to the car, my phone buzzes—it’s Zina.

Perfect timing, I think, eager to share the news. But instead of letting me bask in my triumph, she blurts out, “Gemma, check Twitter and Instagram! You’re trending!”

My stomach drops. Whenever Zina calls these days, it’s rarely good news.

I hang up and quickly open Twitter, and there it is: my name glaringly bold at the top of the trending list. The headlines scream at me: “Mrs. Blackwell’s secret life exposed!” “Mrs. Blackwell cheating scandal CONFIRMED.” “How important is Mrs. Blackwell’s public image?”

And then the strangest one of all: “A world where only the first Loye gets hurt.”

—

It leads to an anonymous note posted by someone who claims to be a Blackwell Industries Airlines staff member.

The words on the screen send a chill through me, making my chest feel suddenly heavy: “I’m so, so thankful to God to see that you’re okay. I won’t bother you, going to head back on my own. Don’t worry about me! :)”

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