The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 4

**TITLE: Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest**

**Chapter 4**

I had convinced myself that the dynamics between us had shifted, that something profound had changed. Yet here I was, confronted with the stark reality that nothing had altered at all.

He may have taken possession of my body, but his heart remained an impenetrable fortress, untouched and uncaring.

My heart feels like it has been ripped into a thousand pieces, bleeding out its sorrow, but I refuse to let him see even a flicker of that pain. Not for a single moment.

I shake my head vehemently, struggling to keep the tremor from my voice. “I was half asleep when you walked into my room. If I misinterpreted the situation, that’s your fault, not mine.”

He scoffs, a sound dripping with disdain. “You’re so desperate. It’s honestly pathetic.”

The words slice through the air like icy daggers, aimed directly at my already shattered heart. His tone is laced with a ferocity that feels as if he’s attempting to obliterate me, piece by piece.

I sit up straight, feeling the last remnants of tenderness I held for him evaporate into thin air. I am nothing but a hollow shell, numb and unfeeling. It’s as if I’ve turned to stone.

Turning my gaze away from him, I can’t help but notice how strikingly handsome he is, how perfectly sculpted his body appears. For eight long years, I believed wholeheartedly that I was in love with him. Is this truly the reality I must confront?

Why can’t he just love me back?

“Why was Reyna with you today?” I finally break the suffocating silence, my voice steady despite the turmoil within.

“Because she’s a good business partner, and I want her back in the business,” he replies, his tone impatient, as if my question is a mark of my ignorance.

“Grandpa said he doesn’t want her—”

“I know exactly what he said,” he interrupts, cutting me off sharply.

I fall silent, the weight of his words pressing down on me like a heavy shroud. Then, as if the thought had just struck him, he adds, “Who did you convince to get yourself on that flight?”

My lips part in surprise, confusion clouding my mind. “I… I thought you were the one who arranged that flight for me. I’ve been asking you since we got married for a more significant role in the business.”

I pause, my voice barely a whisper as I add quietly, “I thought, since I saw Reyna today and you made her a partner, maybe you were finally throwing me a bone. But if that’s the case, I’d expect something better than just crew on a smuggling flight.”

The darkness of our room envelopes us, yet a sliver of moonlight seeps through the window, illuminating Cassian’s expression as it shifts. He regards me with an incredulous look, as if I’ve lost my mind, and the way he looks at me makes everything he has done feel irrevocably broken and wrong.

“Are you delusional?” he asks, disbelief evident in his voice.

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