The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372

Gemma’s POV

Meredith’s arms are steady as she catches me. “Let me help you,” she says, her voice firm but kind.

My own limbs feel like wet sand, useless and heavy. I don’t protest as she gently peels the cold, clinging fabric from my skin. The air in the room is warm now, but I’m shaking from the inside out.

As she works the damp sleeve down my arm, I see her freeze. Her fingers, which were moving with efficient grace, go completely still against my skin. She’s staring at my inner arm, just above my elbow.

“Gemma,” she says, and her voice sounds strange, airless. “Lift your arms. Let me get this sleeve on.”

Dazed and compliant, I obey.

This time, she sees it clearly. A tiny, faint mark, the size of a pencil eraser, shaped like a softly imperfect heart. It’s been there since birth, so much a part of me I never think of

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vulnerable light.

Meredith stares. For a long moment, she doesn’t move or breathe. Then, as if snapping out of a trance, she finishes dressing me with swift, almost frantic movements, bundling me into the soft lounge set. She guides me to the bed, tucking the duvet around me with a care that feels suddenly charged, electric.

By the time she turns, Cassian has changed into dry clothes provided by a staff member. “Thank you,” he says to Meredith, his gratitude genuine but edged with a worry that has him hovering close.

Meredith shakes her head, her gaze still a little distant. “It’s my responsibility. The doctor is on his way.” She leaves then, closing the door softly, leaving us in a heavy, quiet room.

Cassian sits on the edge of the bed, his hand coming up to brush my forehead, checking for fever. His touch is surprisingly gentle. “Gemma,” he murmurs. “Where does it hurt?”

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His voice drops, hesitant. “Your stomach… does it hurt?”

He knows. Of course he knows. And despite everything, he’s asking about the baby. Worry for a child he believes isn’t his claws at my already raw nerves.

I manage a slight shake of my head.

The doctor arrives, efficient and calm. He checks my vitals, listens to my lungs, asks questions. “A mild chill,” he concludes. “Some rest, watch for fever. She should be

fine.”

Cassian doesn’t relax. “She’s pregnant,” he states, the words stark. “Could the fall have…? Does she need a hospital scan?”

The doctor, seeing the intense concern on Cassian’s face, clearly assumes paternal anxiety. He pats Cassian’s shoulder reassuringly. “The little one is perfectly safe. She was retrieved quickly. No cause for alarm.”

The dizziness has receded now, replaced by an

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As the doctor leaves, I turn my head on the pillow to look at Cassian. The question, born of confusion and guilt, slips out before I can stop it. “The baby isn’t yours. Why do you care so much?”

His expression doesn’t change. “But you care about it,” he says simply. “I don’t want you to be sad.”

He asked the doctor for my sake.

Because he saw my fear, my weakness, and chose to shield it, even from a truth that must have wounded his formidable ego.

The lie I told him, that this child was another man’s, conceived after our divorce, still hides the truth successfully.

His protective, selfless concern in the face of what he must see as my ultimate betrayal leaves me utterly speechless.

His constant care is a language I never learnt how to decipher, and it terrifies me more than his anger and disdain could ever.

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Downstairs, Meredith meets the private physician in the hallway, her posture tense until he delivers his assessment. The news that Gemma’s condition isn’t severe loosens the knot of anxiety in her shoulders.

“However,” the doctor adds, lowering his voice, “given her pregnancy, she must be more cautious going forward. No more shocks like that.”

Meredith freezes. Pregnant? She has spent days with Gemma, discussed business, shared meals, and never sensed it. The revelation sends a complex, unreadable shadow through her eyes. “Thank you, Doctor. I’ll see you

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With Gemma’s accident casting a pall, Meredith swiftly concludes the party, her hostess’s smile replaced by a weary efficiency. As guests begin to disperse, Zina breaks away from Jeremy’s side.

“I’m her closest friend,” Zina says, her voice tight with worry. “Is she okay? Can I please go up and see her?”

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Meredith studies her for a moment, then gives a single, granting nod.

Nearby, Nancy turns to her brother, her brow furrowed. “How did Ms. Marino end up in the pool? It happened so suddenly.”

Mikhail’s expression is uncharacteristically grim. “She said she was going to the restroom. The next thing we know, she’s in the water. What happened in between?”

Liam’s gaze, sharp and accusatory, lands directly on Amanda. “Who went to the bathroom with her?” The question isn’t casual.

Amanda’s breath hitches. She waves her hands in frantic denial. “I don’t know anything! I was in a stall. She left before me. I was still inside when I heard the splash!”

Tate steps forward, placing himself as a shield between his sister and the collective suspicion. “My sister isn’t capable of such a thing,” he states coolly.

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“Tate,” Jeremy’s voice is calm but carries an undeniable weight. “Why did you bring Amanda here today?”

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