The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 535

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The bang is from the front door, kicked open with enough force to slam against the wall. Cassian stands in the doorway, his chest heaving, his eyes already scanning the room. Behind him, I see uniforms, flashlights, the dark shapes of police moving into formation.

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The thought hits me like a second gunshot. He does not know the baby is his. He has spent these weeks believing I am carrying Mikhail’s child, that the life growing inside me belongs to another man. And still, without hesitation, without a single second of doubt, he placed himself between me and death.

My throat closes. My eyes burn. I cannot speak. I can only stare at him, at the blood on my hands, at the man who has just given me everything without asking for anything in return.

Around us, the world erupts. Voices shout, boots pound on the floor, hands reach for the woman, who is screaming now, high and broken, her gun clattering to the ground. Police swarm her, pin her, drag her away. The room fills with bodies, with noise, with the frantic energy of crisis.

But Cassian does not move. His arms are still around me, his

eyes still on mine, his breath shallow but steady. I press my hands against his back, trying to stop the bleeding, trying to hold him together, trying to undo what has already been

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“Stay with me,” I say, and my voice breaks on the words.

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“No.” I shake my head, tears spilling down my cheeks. “You can tell me later. You can tell me when you’re not bleeding on my floor. You can—”

“I love you.”

The words are simple. Quiet. They fall between us like stones in still water.

“I never stopped.” His eyes are closing now, his arms loosening, his strength finally giving out. “I never will.”

They pull him away from me. I reach for him, my hands grasping empty air, and then Mikhail is there, lifting me, holding me, his voice in my ear saying things I cannot hear. They load Cassian onto a stretcher, his shirt dark with blood, his face pale as paper, and I watch them take him out the

door, into the flashing lights, into the night.

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