The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275

Gemma’s POV

I’m marching through the bustling hall, my focus entirely on the infuriating man walking a few paces ahead of me, but the moment we step into the quiet elevator, I drop the act.

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I straighten my spine, roll my shoulders back, and the pained, whimpering expression vanishes from my face as if it were never there.

Mikhail hears the shift in my posture. He turns, leaning against the elevator wall with his arms crossed, a slow, sardonic smile spreading across his face. “You deserve this year’s Oscars.”

“Thank you for the compliment!”

The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. We step out into the underground parking level. He doesn’t move to leave immediately, just studies me, his head tilted. “Gemma, can you teleport or something? Just as I was about to board the plane, you showed up somehow.”

I simply shrug, my smile not faltering. “Thanks for that compliment too!”

He lets out a short, humorless laugh and takes back his luggage. This time, I don’t stop him. My job is done.

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Meeting you is just my bad luck!

He scoffs, turning on his heel to finally walk away.

A wave of relief washes over me. I did it… I stopped him.

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I lean back against a cold concrete pillar, watching his retreating form, and let out a long breath. But then, a sudden, sharp pain pierces through my lower abdomen.

It’s so intense and unexpected that I stumble, my shoulder accidentally connecting with a nearby glass door with a dull thud.

Mikhail turns at the sound, his expression one of pure exasperation, “Stop acting. There’s no one here-”

The cramp steals my breath, I clutch my stomach, gasping.

Gemma!

His tone changes in an instant.

He drops his luggage with a clatter and rushes back to me, his hands coming up to steady me.

My head spins; the once rosy world tilts on its axis, the colors draining away until everything is a bleached, nauseating white.

I feel my knees buckle.

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I don’t remember him scooping me up, but suddenly I’m in his arms, my head lolling against his shoulder.

“I’ll get you to the hospital!”

His voice sounds far away, I only register him carrying me towards his car when a familiar figure materializes in front of us, blocking our path.

Cassian’s face is like a storm cloud, his eyes blazing.

Give me my Gemma!” ”

Cassian demands, and Mikhail, ever the provocateur, doesn’t miss a beat. He chuckles mockingly, “Who’s Gemma?”

His car’s tinted windows shielding me from Cassian’s view.

Don’t waste my time!

Cassian is this close to losing his temper, I can feel the rage radiating from him even through my haze of pain.

Mr. Blackwell, please step aside, Mikhail says, his voice dripping with false politeness. “I need to take my girlfriend to the hospital. If she miscarries, it will be your fault!”

I see the disgust flash across Cassian’s face, a satisfying sight for Mikhail, who rushed out of the parking spot. The last thing I see

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before consciousness fully deserts me is Cassian’s stunned expression in the rearview mirror

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I wake up in the crisp white setting of what can only be a hospital room.

My body feels heavy, aches dully everywhere. An IV is taped to the back of my hand. The room is quiet, and Mikhail is sitting in a chair by the window, scrolling through his phone.

He looks up as I stir.

Our baby’s gone. Are you happy now?

He deadpans. I turn my head, feeling the effort in one simple movement. “You’re crazy!”

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