The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 397

Chapter 397

Cassian’s POV

Remy’s crying is losing its power. He peeks through his fingers, expecting me to swoop in, to scoop him up and away from this uncomfortable situation.

But I don’t even move. I uncross my arms only to lean more firmly against the hospital wall, a spectator to the lesson he so desperately needs.

Gemma shows no mercy. “You can cry all you want, it won’t change anything. Just because you said sorry doesn’t mean I have to forgive you!”

There is no placating maternal tone, no false comfort there. It’s what he needs to hear: the world doesn’t

automatically bend to his tears.

He sobs for another minute, but the performance rings. hollow with no audience to play for. Eventually, the tears dry up. He rubs his puffy eyes with grubby fists, looking lost.

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He nods, a jerky, defeated motion. “I shouldn’t have bitten you. Or blamed you for pushing me. And… I shouldn’t have been rude.” The list is recited, but the understanding seems to finally be seeping in.

“Good,” she says, a simple, solid word of acknowledgment.

That’s my cue. I push off the wall. “I’ll apologize on his behalf,” I say, my eyes on Gemma. “He’s been spoiled and never faced any consequences. I’m sorry about that.”

She shrugs, the lingering annoyance clear. “He’s just a kid. I can let it slide. But I’m really not in a good mood right now.”

The admission is honest, and it gives me an opening. “What would it take to lift your spirits?”

A genuine, almost playful smile touches her lips. She raises two fingers. “It’s simple. My two strawberry cakes got ruined, that’s what you owe me.”

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that was lost.

The purity of it makes my heart clench painfully.

“I’ll get them for you,” I say, my voice rough. I step into the hallway and call Adam.

The order is specific: two strawberry cakes, from the best place he can find, immediately.

Adam arrives with startling speed, a pristine white box in hand. I see the brief confusion in his eyes as I take the box and walk back to Gemma, not Remy.

When I hand her the box, her whole face changes.

She brightens, but then she turns that smile, that genuine, happy smile, on Jace. “Let’s go back. Zina and the others must be waiting.”

I have no right to this jealousy.

I forfeited it myself, but logic doesn’t stop the sharp, bitter twist in my chest. It’s been so long since she smiled at me like that.

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watch her until she turns the corner and is gone. He tugs on my sleeve, his voice small. “Uncle,” he whispers, “do you like that old… lady?”

The old habit, the insult, almost slips out. My glare is instant and sharp. “That’s your Aunt,” I correct, my voice low and serious. “Don’t you dare mistreat her again, or I’ll send you straight back to your parents.”

He pouts, a familiar defiance returning. “You’re biased, Uncle.”

I look down at him, all my own unresolved feelings churning. I don’t deny it. My answer is simple, final.

“I am biased. So what?”

Gemma’s POV

The morning light is still soft, gray at the edges. I haven’t even swung my legs out of bed. My phone is a glowing rectangle in the dim room, and the first thing I see when I unlock it is my own name, staring back at me from the day’s top trending list.

Gemma Marino vs. Online Defamation.

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Antonios worked fast. He didn’t just file the lawsuit; he posted the official

to see. The digital sphere is in an uproar. People are

lor Court summons online for everyone

shocked, not that I’m suing, but that I’m suing a random

internet user instead of Maya directly. The comment

section is a warzone.

[Isn’t this overkill? Just get an apology. Why take it to court? So dramatic.]

[Oh yeah? Let’s see you say that when it’s your life they’re fabricating! We’ve put up with this online violence

for years. It’s about time someone held these liars accountable!]

The two camps are screaming into the void, and I’m just… watching. A faint, grim smile touches my lips. Let them

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argue. The wheels are in motion.

A text from Antonios pings through: Court date set. Three days.

I type back a simple Got it, and settle deeper into my pillows, ready to enjoy the spectacle as a detached observer.

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a beast that always turns to bite the hand that feeds it drama.

A new tweet rockets up, separate from the legal frenzy. My blood runs cold as I read it: Did you know Gemma Marino has been working with Moonlight this whole time?

The reaction is instantaneous and seismic.

[WHAT? Gemma knows MOONLIGHT? I’m shook.]

[Uh, who’s Moonlight?]

[Do you live under a rock! Moonlight is a legend in the hacking world. If you’re a hacker and you meet them, you can die happy!]

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My thumb moves on its own, clicking the profile that dropped the bombshell.

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