The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322

Gemma’s POV

The morning air is crisp as I wait outside the upscale styling salon, my arms crossed against a light chill. I’d agreed to meet Mikhail here for today’s event, assuming it was another business function. I see his Rolls–Royce pull up, not from the direction of the city, but from the winding road that leads to one place only: Oakhaven.

He gets out, looking infuriatingly composed. “What are you doing here?”

He gives me a look of pure amusement. “At the styling salon? Of course, I’m here to get styled.” A slow, mocking smile spreads across his face. “Or did you think we’d come for breakfast?”

I pause, momentarily thrown. Mikhail indeed has a way with words that is both disarming and deeply irritating.

I assume he’s the one who needs primping for whatever high–society event we’re attending. But the moment we step inside, two attendants descend upon me, flanking me like elegant prison guards.

Sorry, I say, offering them a tight smile and gesturing toward Mikhail, “he’s the one getting styled.”

They nod politely but don’t budge. Mikhail has already settled onto a plush velvet sofa, crossing his legs with an air of qwnership. “Get her a change of clothes,” he instructs pl cygn3 looking at me.

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I’m ushered into a dressing room filled with racker emprise clothing. After some hesitant rifling, I settle om something simple yet elegant: a moss green satin halter maxi dress

It feels cool against my skin, and when I step out from behind the curtain, it shimmers subtly under the studio line,

I’ll take this one, Mikhail declares his gaze sworthy, oneer me with swift approval. It must be said, his decisivenes with clothes is unnervingly efficient,

As we’re leaving, a knot of unease lightens in my stomach, “80 what’s the event today?” I ask, turning to him.

In response, he pulls a small box from his pocket. Inside resta a stunning emerald ring, cut in a way that catches the light and fractures it into a dozen green sparks. “Put it on,” he says, handing it to me.

Hey, wait, I protest, holding the cool, heavy band between my fingers. “Can you at least tell me what we’re doing?

He just glances at me, takes my hand, and slides the ring onto my finger. It fits as if it were made for me. “It fits perfectly,” he murmurs, his lips pursed in thought. He offers no other explanation.

I sigh, defeated, and follow him back to the car. It isn’t until we pull up to a lavishly decorated estate, with white arches and floral arrangements everywhere, that the pieces click into place. “Today is Linda’s wedding, isn’t it?” I ask, my voice low.

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argument.

Lucky Draw

My first instinct is to run. I want no part of this drama. But before I can even turn, a familiar, sleek black Rolls–Royce glides to a stop nearby. The door opens, and Cassian unfolds himself from the back seat.

His eyes, dark and intense, immediately find mine across the distance. Mikhail sees him too and raises a single, challenging eyebrow at me. “Not going in?”

I grit my teeth, the emerald ring feeling suddenly heavy on my finger. “Let’s go.”

I haven’t forgotten the lie I must maintain, the fiction that the child I carry belongs to Mikhail and not to the man now staring a hole through me.

I see the moment Cassian’s heart plummets. I see the raw, possessive urge flash in his eyes, the tension coiling his body as he seems ready to stride over and rip me away from Mikhail’s side.

But Liam appears at his elbow, grabbing his arm and hissing something urgent into his ear. I can almost read his lips: “You’re divorced. She’s single now. If you act now, it’ll be a messy situation!”

While Liam holds him back, I deliberately link my arm through Mikhail’s, my posture rigid, and let him lead me inside.

Once we’re amidst the glittering crowd, I watch Mikhail. Men

to approach him, to make conversation, but he ignores them3

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only he can hear. “She’s getting married, and you’re here.”

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He chokes on a quiet, humorless hugh, his gaze snapping to me. “I bet Cassian doesn’t know your baby belongs to him, does he?”

glare at him. “Petty!”

The wedding is scheduled for noon. It’s now ten–thirty, and the garden is filling with guests, many of whom are notable faces in the city. I recognize a few, when I see Jeremy Hartley making his way toward me.

Miss. Marino, he says, his demeanor polite but strained.

I’ve talked to Zina about that, I tell him gently, seeing the nervous hope in his eyes.

He nods, a gesture of both gratitude and resignation. “Thank you, Ms. Marino! The Opal Group’s collaboration requires your personal signature.”

“Alright, Mr. Hartley, I’ll make time to come over.”

Throughout this, I can feel Cassian’s gaze burning into the side of my face from across the lawn, while Liam is still planted firmly in front of him, a human shield.

The wedding march begins. Mikhail and I both turn our attention to the flower–strewn aisle. Linda appears, and she is breathtaking.

She always had that elegance, but now, in her custom–made gown, she is utterly stunning. I watch Mikhail’s face, see the way

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Lucky Draw

Standing beside him in my green dress and borrowed emerald, I feel like a prop a beautifully sculpted piece of set dressing, completely superfluous to the real drama unfolding in his heart.

The newlyweds reach the front, and the host begins the vows. The crowd falls into a respectful silence. The host’s voice rings out, clear and solemn. “Through poverty and wealth, sickness and health, do you pledge to spend your life with him, to be his wife till death do you part?”

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