The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 357

Chapter 357 (revised)

Gemma’s POV

The quiet of my apartment is a welcome blanket after the emotional whiplash of the day–Cassian’s unexpected appearance, the tense coffee with Antonios, the fraught dinner with Meredith. I’m just settling in when my phone rings again, an unknown number flashing on the screen.

“Ms. Marino? This is Leo from the Mortland sales department. We spoke yesterday? I was just confirming if you’d still like to schedule a viewing.”

A flicker of embarrassment heats my cheeks. “I’m so sorry,” I say, my tone genuinely apologetic. “It’s been a hectic day, it completely slipped my mind.”

“No trouble at all,” he replies, his voice unnervingly cheerful. “Our promotional period is still ongoing for a few more days. If you’re free tomorrow, we’d be delighted to host you.”

I murmur a non–committal, “If I decide to come, I’ll let you know,” and hang up, the interaction leaving me vaguely unsettled. Salespeople are persistent, I know that. But for a property as exclusive as Mortland, where units sell themselves, this level of eager follow–up feels… excessive. I was brutally honest about my financial limitations. Why is he still hasing 06 me?

“Everything alright?” Meredith asks from where she’s perusing my bookshelf. Her sharp eyes miss little.

“It’s nothing,” I reply, slipping the phone into my pocket. “Just the sales agent from Mortland, following up about a viewing.”

“Mortland?” Meredith turns, a note of surprise in her voice. “Are you looking to buy?”

“I’m looking for a permanent studio space,” I explain. “And Mortland’s location is ideal. But the price point is… prohibitive. for me right now.” There’s no point in hiding the truth from her.

Meredith considers this for a moment, tilting her head. “If location is your primary concern, and you wouldn’t mind a pre–existing space, I happen to have a property downtown that’s sitting empty.”

I’m taken aback. “Ms. Bernard, that’s too generous. It would be an imposition.”

She waves a dismissive hand. “The Bernard family retains several properties here. It’s a waste to have them vacant. If you have a use for it, you’re welcome to take a look. Consider it a practical solution, not a favor.”

The offer is staggering in its simplicity. “I… I wouldn’t know what to say.”

“Say you’ll look at it tomorrow,” she says with a small, decisive smile. “Then you can decide. No pressure.”

I can only nod in agreement, my planned trip to Mortland postponed once again. It feels like the universe is gently steering me away from that particular cliff edge.

Meredith drops me off at the entrance to Urban Lane, the sleek car idling but not entering the compound. I offer my thanks and begin the short walk to my building, the evening air cool against my skin. I’m halfway across the courtyard when I see them.

Two figures, hunched and furtive, lurking near the base of my apartment stairwell. My steps slow. A familiar dread coils in my stomach. As I get closer, their identities become clear, even from behind.

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