The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 268

Chapter 268

Gemma’s POV

The next few days become a blur of motion, a constant shuttling between the opulent, tense halls of Zina’s villa and my new office at Dream International.

My life feels like a pendulum, swinging between managing Mikhail’s unpredictable moods and establishing my authority in a place that still sees me as an outsider.

Thankfully, Mikhail has been behaving well, not threatening to derail my projects or wander off into one of his sulking fits.

It’s a small relief, but I’ll take it.

Today, I have a leave from Dream International, and came to Zina’s place early in the morning.

Right now, I’m standing behind Molly, watching her navigate a project management system.

“No, not there…” I say, my voice calm but firm. I point to the

screen.

“You need to route it like this. Otherwise, it will get stuck in the queue, and we might get a trace.”

“Right. Sorry, rookie mistake!”

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She murmurs, her shoulders tensing slightly.

“Don’t be nervous…”

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I’m about to walk her through the process again when her phone on the desk starts vibrating powerfully, shaking the table.

She picks it up, and her face instantly pales, clutching the phone like a lifeline.

Knowing she feels awkward, I gesture toward the floor–to–ceiling window that looks out over the city. “You can answer it on the balcony.”

She gives me a grateful, almost desperate look and practically flees the room, the glass door sliding shut behind her. I watch her for a moment on the balcony, her free hand gesticulating wildly, her posture coiled with anxiety.

Ten minutes later, she returns, her expression now etched with apology. “Ms. Gemma, I am so sorry. I have some urgent matters to attend to. Can we stop the training for today? I’ll make up for it tomorrow!”

“Go ahead, take care!”

I say, without any hesitation. Whatever it is, it’s clearly worrisome.

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The moment the main door clicks shut behind her, Zina walks in from the adjoining kitchen, holding a cup of something that smells truly foul.

It’s a murky green–brown liquid. Do you know where she went?”

She asks, her eyebrows raised suggestively.

I turn from the balcony, “No. She just said it was urgent.”

“The person who called her was a teacher from a mountainous village area,” Zina says, lowering her voice. “There was a sudden earthquake in Hilsurrey, and the children there were just rescued. Apparently, it’s a pitiful state.”

I’m genuinely surprised. I hadn’t expected our new recruit to be drop everything so quickly for a cause so far away.

A familiar impulse kicks in. I look at Zina, “Shall we make an anonymous donation?”

Her face breaks into a wide grin, and she claps her hands softly, careful not to spill her drink. “You’re a mind reader!”

My gaze then falls to the cup in her hand, and I wrinkle my nose. “Do you really have to drink this human repellant?”

“What do you know?” she retorts, holding the cup protectively. “It’s my grandma’s recipe! Supposed to work wonders for your

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hair and body-”

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“Since when have you been so concerned about your body?” I ask, a teasing note entering my voice. “Is it because of your man at home, demanding it?”

It’s a light jab, but it lands at the perfect spot. Zina’s expression tightens, a flash of defensiveness in her eyes.

“You’re talking nonsense,” she immediately retorts. “I just want to take better care of myself!”

I chuckle softly, deciding to push a little further, to see if I can get a real answer. “But you did promise me to meet your boyfriend earlier. Why aren’t you talking about it now?”

The silence Zina leaves in the wake of my question is more telling than any answer.

According to our agreement, I was supposed to have met this mysterious boyfriend three days ago.

“Well?” I press on. “What’s up with your boyfriend, so busy that he can’t meet the most important person in your life?”

Zina busies herself with the gooseberry and onion juice in her cup, as if it holds the secrets of the universe.

She is clearly, desperately, trying to avoid that topic.

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“He had something come up last–minute, and couldn’t make it,” she finally mutters, not meeting my eyes. “It wasn’t intentional! I thought I already told you…”

“Last–minute issues,” I repeat, my tone flat.

The excuse is as flimsy as a single ply toilet paper. Before I can push further, my computer pings with a new pop–up.

It’s the background check on Molly I had pulled up from the government servers. Curiosity gets the better of me and I open it, my eyes scanning the data. Zina, eager for a distraction, comes to peer over my shoulder.

The information on the screen renders us both incredulous.

“Seriously?” Zina breathes, her boyfriend drama forgotten. “When did you sponsor impoverished students?”

I stare at the file. It states clearly that Molly’s university education was funded by a long–term sponsorship, and the named sponsors are… me and Cassian. A cold, then hot, wave of confusion washes over me. I have no memory of this.

None.

I sit there, baffled, the hum of the computer the only sound in the room. Then, like a key turning in a rusty lock, it clicks. It was back then… back when Grandpa first brought me to the Blackwell family, and declared his intention for me to marry

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Cassian.

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