The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 312

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Chapter 312

Cassian’s POV

“Are you not feeling well? Is the baby…”

The words are out before I can stop them, filled with an anxiety I no longer bother to conceal.

It’s not me, it’s… my mom.

My stomach flips. I know what Lisette means to her.

Don’t panic. I’ll come to you right now.

Liam looks up, startled. “Where are you going?”

My mom has a problem at the hospital. You handle things here.

Without elaborating, I rush out, brushing past Rhett and Reyna who stand frozen in the doorway, their presence a meaningless blur.

Nothing exists but the need to get to her.

Reyna’s POV

The air in the office still hums from his passing.

Cassian strides by me, so close I could reach out and touch his arm, but he doesn’t even register my presence. His brow is furrowed, his entire being focused on some distant, wgent 5:26 point.

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Where is he going? I ask Rhett, my voice a little too sharp. “Weren’t we discussing the share transfer today?”

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Rhett just walks into the conference room where Liam sits alone, looking thoroughly displeased. “Cassian’s mom has an issue at the hospital,” Liam says dismissively, waving a hand. “Just sign the share transfer, Cassian doesn have to be here.”

My mind is racing. Cassian’s parents are long gone. The only ‘mom‘ he could possibly be rushing to is Gemma’s mom. Did something happen to Liselle?

A cold, curious thrill runs through me. I keep my face neutral, arranging my features into a look of mild concern as I sit beside Rhett to finalize the documents, but my thoughts are already elsewhere.

Later, I bring the news to my mom’s apartment. She’s been discharged for a few days, the restlessness already settling back into her bones. When I tell her about Lisette, her immediately light up with an unmistakable joy.

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Really? she breathes, leaning forward. “Do you know what happened?”

I shake my head, “How would I know? If I asked too much, it would raise suspicion.”

She thinks for a moment, before picking up her phone, scrolling through her contacts. “Last time I went to Lisette’s hospital,” she murmurs, “I got the number of a caregiver.”

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Chemma stops me from going in. bt she can’t stop the caregiver, Fight Having someone in the hoital, someone on the inside it makes things so much easier.

She places the call. I listen as she adopts a sweet, concerned tone, inquiring about a fictional relative.

“Most of these caregivers are from rural areas, desperate for extra cash. And this one isn’t ever assigned to Lisette, With a bit of money, slipping into the hospital, asking a few questions, won’t be a problem at all.”

She explains after the call is cut, and a slow smile spreads across my own face. This is better than hoped. We’ll have our own eyes and ears right where we need them.

Gomma’s POV

The fluorescent lights of the hallway feel like they’re burning my retinas.

Time has lost all meaning, each second stretching into an agony of waiting. Then, the doors to the operating room finally swing

open.

The sight of my mother, pale and unconscious on the gurney, sends a fresh jolt of terror through me. I’m on my feet in an instant, rushing forward, “Doctor how is my mom?”

“The patient is stable for now.”

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she must not be agitated again. I need to be very clear, Miss. Marino. If today’s situation repeals, we might not be able to save her.”

A wave of guilt, hot and suffocating, crashes over me. If I had been more vigilant, if I had protected her better from vultures like Lydia, this never would have happened.

The tears pour out, tracking through the cold numbness on my cheeks.

A strong arm encircles my shoulders, pulling me against a solid, familiar frame. Cassian murmurs his thanks to the doctor, then helps the nurse guide the gurney back to her room.

He stays by my mom’s bedside, adjusting her blankets, checking the IV drip. When my mother’s eyelids finally flutter open, the relief almost makes me dizzy.

She sees us, and I watch the familiar shadow of apology in her gaze. She knows she has troubled us.

Her fingers twitch on the sheet, and I immediately lean in, capturing her hand in both of mine. “Mom, you’re awake. Are you feeling any discomfort anywhere?”

Her eyes, still clouded with weakness, drift from me to Cassian and back before she gives a faint shake of her head. “Cassian,” she whispers. “I want to talk to Gemma alone.”

With a understanding nod in my direction, he steps out, closing the door softly behind him.

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Mom, you didn’t. It’s not a bother

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The protest is instant, but it only makes more tears well up. I can’t stop them.

Gemma, my illness can’t be cured

The resignation in her tone breaks my heart. She carries the burden of this guilt, every time she surfaces from an episode, especially remembering the last one where she hurt me.

I shake my head continuously, “No, Mom, it’s okay. You’re much better now. The doctor said we can take you out for a walk in a few days. You’ll get better!”

I clutch her hand tighter, pleading with her to believe the lie I’m desperately trying to sell to both of us.

“Today…”

She begins, her voice gaining a sliver of strength from the memory of her anger, Lydia told me that you hit Kitty. She said she’s taking Kitty for an injury check and wants compensation. I just got so angry…”

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She trails off, the self–blame returning.

Mom, let’s not bother with them, I insist, swiping at my cheeks with the back of my hand. “If she wants to get an injury check, let her. I’m not afraid of them.”

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with a fresh pain, I know what she’s thinking. She thinks she has been a burden for years.

Weakly, she raises a hand, gesturing toward the door. “Get Cassian for me. I want to talk to him.”

A flicker of reluctance makes me besitate. “Mom, you can just tell me whatever it is.”

I don’t want her expending more energy, and I certainly don’t want her making any grand, tragic pronouncements to him.

He’s your husband, she says, and there’s a firmness in her weak voice. “Of course, I need to talk to him. I need to see if he’s treating you well.”

I can’t fight her on this. Not now. With a sigh, I stand and go to the door. Cassian is leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the floor. He looks up the moment I appear.

My mom wants to talk to you, I say, my voice low. I search his face, trying to impart a silent plea. “Just… agree with whatever she says. Don’t take any of it to heart.”

I pause, wanting to thank him. But the words feel inadequate for the strange, complicated gratitude I feel for his presence today.

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