The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309

Gemma’s POV

The cold water seems to have dong its job.

He’s shivering, but his eyes are clearer, the dangerous haze of the drug reveling. He looks ridiculous, half–drowned and sprawled on the floor.

If you’re sober, undress yourself. I say, my voice flat. I don’t trust my hands not to shake if1 try to help. ““I already asked Adam to bring clothes. They’ll be here soon.

Are you leaving?

The anxiety in his voice is faint, but it’s something I’m not accustomed to.

I glance at him. “I’ll wait for you to change, then we’ll go back together.”

He’s sobering, but I wouldn’t trust him behind the wheel of a car right now. The last thing I need is for the CEO of Blackwell Industries to wrap his car around a tree.

Adam arrives with a crisp suit bag, his eyes carefully avoiding the damp, disheveled state of his boss. He hands it over and flees with a mumbled excuse.

After changing, Cassian emerges from the bathroom looking like himself again—the sharp lines of his suit, the composed sebz of his shoulders. The only remnants of the ordeal are the slight

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Fortunately, it was Kitty’s first time doing such a thing, he says, his voice back to its usual, controlled timbre. “The dose wasn’t strong. I will go to Blackwell Industries tomorrow and fire her.”

Hey, no need for that!

The refusal is out of my mouth before I can stop it, sharp and immediate.

You don’t mind? He seems genuinely perplexed, as if my lack of fiery vengeance is a personal offense.

Whether I mind is another matter, but just firing her is too

lenient.

I can already picture the fallout. This scheme has Lydia’s fingerprints all over it. Firing Kitty outright would be like cutting the head off a weed; Lydia would just burrow deeper, causing more insidious trouble from the roots.

This requires a more permanent solution, one that extracts the entire problem, root and stem. Cassian looks at me, and I see the understanding dawn in his eyes. “I understand.”

He doesn’t press, he knows I have a plan.

Let’s go home, I say, standing up and grabbing my purse.

The car ride is quiet, and he breaks the silence first.

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Gemma, I swear I didn’t let her touch me.” He’s looking at my

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joining the company, I wouldn’t have agreed from the start.”

I nod, my hands steady on the wheel. “Mm, I know.” My voice is even, my expression one of detached understanding. There’s no heat in my response, no flicker of jealousy or relief.

But for some reason, my calm seems to agitate him more than any accusation would have. I can feel him, waiting for a reaction; anger, tears, a demand for reassurance, the kind of response the old Gemma would have given.

My indifference is a language he doesn’t know how to speak. He realizes, with horror, that his actions no longer have the power to wound me.

It means he really doesn’t matter to me anymore.

When we pull up to Oakhaven, the sight of Lauren standing outside the grand gates is like an exhausting punchline to this endless night. Cassian’s face darkens instantly, but Lauren speaks before he can utter a word. “Mr. Blackwell, I want to talk to Mrs. Blackwell.”

Her implication is clear: I am not here for you.

Cassian glances at me, a question in his eyes. I just give a slight, weary shrug and walk up to Lauren. “I can give you ten

minutes.”

On the terrace, the night air is cool. I sit, and she doesn’t waste

time.

A man like Mr. Blackwell shouldn’t be with you.”

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Lauren lifts her chin, “In every way, I’m a better match for him than you.”

I have to admit, Cassian is ridiculously charming; handling the swarm of admirers has become as routine in my life as paying the electricity bill.

You’re probably the fourth or fifth person to say that to me, I reply, my voice bored. “What makes you different from the others?”

She seems thrown. She expected fury, a catfight. She didn’t expect this cool dismissal.

I don’t mind if Mr. Blackwell fires me, I will prove

I will prove my worth with my professional skills and stay at Oakhaven.

Well. Good luck with that.

She’s flustered now, “Mrs. Blackwell, you seem so confident. Why did you ask Mr. Blackwell to fire me if you’re not afraid?”

I don’t ever want to be overconfident, so I know my limits.

I say, standing up to leave. This conversation has reached its pointless conclusion. “And I didn’t ask him to fire you.”

As I pass her, I pause, giving her one last, indifferent glance. “If you want to prove yourself, I can ask Cassian to let you stay and continue working.”

I mean it, I’m not afraid of her staying.

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She is just another fly buzzing at the window, but I feel her resentful gaze burning into my back as I walk away. She’s just another woman who sees Cassian as the ultimate prize, and the only obstacle, in her eyes, is me.

After Lauren leaves, defeated and seething, Cassian is at my side in an instant. “She didn’t hurt you, did she?”

How could she hurt me?

It was just words. Empty, predictable words.

He takes a breath, and I sense a speech coming. “Gemma, I didn’t know how to be a good husband in the past few years. From now on, I’ll be more attentive and avoid doing things that upset you. I’ll also be more mindful of your feelings and

emotions…”

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