The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303

Gemma’s POV

He says it so matter–of–factly, as if sharing a bed will magically dissolve the years of distance, the betrayals, the quiet

resentment.

It feels less like a solution and more like a surrender of my last piece of independent ground.

I’m literally bargaining with my personal life for a business deal, but the cold, hard numbers flash in my mind… the staggering salary from Mr. Smith, the bonuses from Mikhail.

After the divorce, it will be just me and this baby. I need a fortress of financial security, and that requires sacrifices. Even uncomfortable, infuriating ones like this.

I close my eyes for a brief second, and then turn to my colleague. “Print a new contract, the terms as agreed.”

The fresh, warm pages are placed in front of me. I slide them across the polished table towards Cassian. “Mr. Blackwell, if there are no other issues, you can sign now.”

He doesn’t hesitate before picking up his pen and placing his flamboyant signature across the bottom.

I don’t go back to the office, instead driving straight to the hospital. I march into Mikhail’s room and toss the folder onto

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Lucky Draw

“It’s signed,” I announce flatly. “got you more than your twenty percent.”

The cargo rates alone, ten percent below market, should more than cover his absurd profit margin demand.

Mikhail doesn’t look surprised. He picks up the file, flips it open, and his eyes scan directly to the signature page. A low chuckle escapes him. “Ms. Moonlight, you continue to impress me! Perhaps I should just hand over the CEO title to you and retire.”

“Don’t you dare,” I retort immediately.

With anyone else, it would be an empty threat or a joke. With Mikhail, I have no doubt he would genuinely pack his bags, leave the company in my lap, and vanish back to the front lines in Nassau without a second thought.

He closes the file, his expression shifting from amusement to something more serious.

“The Zoey Hunter situation is handled. She’ll issue a public apology, and a formal statement will be posted online. Given the attempted assault, she’ll be serving prison time, as the law requires.” He pauses, studying me. “How did you even cross paths with her?”

I glare at him. “Mr. Voloshin, you’ve become remarkably chatty and nosy since you left Nassau.” I remember our first meeting- a man of few words, hidden behind sunglasses, radiating a “stay away” aura.

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“I’m in cybersecurity!” I fire back my patience thin. “I’m not your secretary, and I’m certainly not part of your public relations team.”

My past experiences as his plus–one have firmly cured me of any desire to repeat them.

“But you are Moonlight, aren’t you? I can introduce you to a new client there. A business opportunity. Think about it.”

I press my lips together, saying nothing, but the hook is set.

*****

With Mikhail temporarily pacified, I finally leave the hospital at a reasonable hour. The drive back to Oakhaven is a blur. I pull into the garage, and Tom is immediately at my window.

“Mrs. Blackwell, the keys, please? Mr. Blackwell has ordered a full service for all the vehicles today.”

It seems a little odd, but not suspicious enough to ponder on it.

I hand them over and head inside, the fatigue of the day settling deep into my bones.

Lauren sees me come in and immediately directs the kitchen staff to start dinner. Since Chloe usually manages my things, and I know Lauren doesn’t actually cook, I head straight upstairs for

a shower.

When I come back down in comfortable clothes, I stop short. Bauren is in the kitchen, a spatula in her hand, actively stirring

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I can’t hide my surprise.

Lucky Draw

At that moment, Cassian emerges from his study. His eyes land on my damp hair. “You didn’t dry your hair.”

“I was about to,” I reply, a little defensively.

Instead of letting me go, he follows me back upstairs. He picks up the hairdryer from my bathroom counter.

I stare at him. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you dry your hair.”

He says it with such natural authority that for a second, I question my own memory. Has he ever done this before? In three years of marriage, not once.

When I reach for the dryer, he doesn’t let it go. Fine! I sit at the vanity, watching his reflection in the mirror, curious to see where this sudden bout of domesticity is going.

It becomes immediately apparent that Cassian has never dried a woman’s hair before.

My hair, which is usually smooth and manageable, becomes a battlefield under his clumsy, unskilled hands- pulling, tangling and focusing the hot air on one spot for far too long.

I watch, speechless, as a bird’s nest appears on my head. What should have taken me ten minutes stretches into twenty, and when he finally turns the dryer off with a look of accomplishment, I am

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left with a frizzy, chaotic mane

Lodky Draw

I turn on the stool to face him directly. “Well? Do you think this looks good?”

I look like a spooked–out dandelion.

He has the decency to look slightly guilty, but he doubles down. “You look good no matter what!”

I sigh, “If you’re not good at something, please don’t feel obligated to try again.”

I pick up my brush and a bottle of hair oil, beginning the tedious process of salvaging the mess he’s made.

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