The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 509

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Chapter 509

Meredith’s POV

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I frantically knock on the other side of the door, pushing against the solid wood, but it won’t give. It’s locked from the

inside.

“Gemma, I know you’ve been through something terrible,” I

say, my voice straining to sound calm, coaxing.

“Grandpa and I, we heard what happened. Just come out, okay? Come home with us. Once we’re back, you won’t have

to face this alone. We’ll arrange for the very best doctors immediately.”

A weak, muffled voice filters through. “I’m fine. Just go home.”

Hearing her speak, even with that drained, hollow tone, sends a rush of shaky relief through me.

At least, she is coherent…

“Gemma, please,” I try again, leaning my forehead against.57

the cool wood “The whole family is worried about un..

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brought her nothing but pain.

But she doesn’t answer I can almost hear her silent rebuttal: What difference does it make? Going to the Bernard estate would mean a gauntlet of unfamiliar relatives, polite scrutiny, and putting on a smile she cannot possibly muster right now. Here, with Cassian, for all his failures, there is at least a familiar sense of solitude.

I wait, the silence from the room a heavier weight than any reply. Finally, I sigh,

“Alright,” I murmur, my voice soft. “Whenever you’re ready to come home, you call me. I will send a car, a plane, anything. Just don’t… don’t give up on yourself. Nothing is decided yet, you understand?”

I don’t know how to comfort her. I’m not the one living this nightmare. My words feel useless, inadequate bandages for a wound I cannot see. All I can do is offer them, and hope somehow, they reach her.

Cassian’s POV

Downstairs, Rodrick Bernard waits like a king in exile, his impatience imposing on us all. When Meredith steps down alone, his face darkens. “Where is she?”

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Meredith shakes her head, her expression resigned. “She won’t come. She needs stability and familiarity right now, not more chaos in her life. Let her stay, grandpa”

Donovan seizes the opening, his voice grave. “That’s right. She cannot handle more stress. Not in her condition.

Rodrick’s sharp gaze cuts to him, a silent battle of patriarchs.

Once the Bernards are finally gone, the heavy door closing behind them, Grandpa turns to me. He grips my arm, his fingers like iron. “If you don’t give that girl some answers,” he hisses, his eyes blazing, “I will have lost all respect for you.”

He is indicating towards William’s brother, and I really don’t need the reminder. I retreat to the study, the quiet a mockery. My first call is to my most trusted assistant. The orders are simple.

A soft knock interrupts me. Mikhail leans in the doorway, leaning on his cane. His usual levity is gone. “If you require military–grade resources, I can provide them.”

This matters to him, too. In some way, he owes her, too.

I look up from my desk, my vision sharpening with a cold, hgular purpose. “I want William’s brother found,” I say,

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Gemma’s POV

1 must have fallen asleep without mesting to When my open again, the world outside my window so raid of selec black, I have no sense of time and no desire to reach for my phone to check. A heavy, numb excavation anchors me to the bed,

Eventually, a dull thirst drives me up, I fumble my way out of the room and toward the stairs, But of the top of the landing, 1 stop dead,

The living room below is… different. It’s been transformed. The familiar, comfortable sofos are gone, replaced by severe, modern pieces in cream and charcoal. The rustic wooden table has vanished, supplanted by a massive slab of glossy black stone. Even the rugs have been swapped out for thick, patterned carpets that look like they belong in a museum. It’s a complete, opulent overhaul. Only the walls and the

structure of the house remain the same.

I stand there, bewildered, clutching the banister.

Af all from the Bernard family.”

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The voice comes from directly behind me, making me jump 1 spin around, stumbling back a stop. Mikhail is there, leaning on his cane. “Your grandfather he explains, nodding toward the new decor “He took one look and declared the place shabby! So he had it all replaced. Overnight”

My heart is still hammering from the scare. Seeing me flinch away, a shadow passes over his face. Before I can process it, he steps forward and wraps his arms around me in a fight, sudden embrace,

The contact is a shock. My body goes rigid, then thrashes instinctively. “What are you doing? Let go of me!” Panic, sharp and cold, lances through me. I don’t know what’s in my blood, Hugging might be low risk, but it’s not no risk. He just had surgery. He’s vulnerable. If I… if I contaminated him… The thought is a spiral of guilt I can’t bear.

But the more I struggle, the tighter he holds. “Stop moving,” he murmurs, his voice close to my ear. “The more you

struggle, the tighter I’ll hold.”

Tears of frustration and fear sting my eyes. “Mikhail, if you don’t let go, I’ll never speak to you again!” It’s a desperate, empty threat.

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voice dropping, “I’ve told you. You don’t need to be this

tense with me, Why do you keep winding yourself up into this

state?”

The use of my name, the weary patience in his tone, mokes me go still. The fight drains out of me, replaced by a wave of crushing weariness,

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