The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 65

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

**Chapter 65**

**Gemma**

Just as I feel the tension in the air shift, Cassian’s hand inches toward me, a gesture that seems to promise something unspoken. But then, abruptly, the moment shatters as his phone rings, cutting through the silence like a knife. He glances down at the screen, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features.

“Shit. I have to take this. Wait here for me. I want to talk to you.” His voice, usually so commanding, now carries an edge of urgency as he strides out of the office, leaving me alone with my swirling thoughts.

I can’t help but watch him leave, his tall figure disappearing down the corridor. My gaze drifts back to his computer, its screen glowing with untapped secrets.

“Umm…” I murmur to myself, feeling a strange mix of disbelief and excitement wash over me.

Could it be that the universe has finally decided to cut me a break?

Swallowing hard, I turn my attention to the office window once more. Cassian is making his way down the stairs, the phone pressed firmly to his ear. I can’t hear what he’s saying, but I can see the lines of concentration etched on his face.

Suddenly, he stops. My heart skips a beat as I realize someone is calling out to him. It’s Reyna. She descends the stairs with an air of confidence, her lips curving into a flirtatious smile that makes my stomach churn. Cassian nods in response to her, and I feel a surge of jealousy clawing at my insides.

She reaches him, leaning down to plant a kiss on his cheek, a gesture so casual yet so intimate that it feels like a slap in the face. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull away. My fists clench involuntarily, and the simmering anger within me ignites once more.

Turning away from the window, I stride purposefully toward the computer.

I’m doing this.

With determination, I take a seat and open the command window, my fingers flying over the keyboard as I search for the information I desperately need.

There! A delivery schedule appears before my eyes. The names of the shipments and their recipients are all coded, but that’s irrelevant. I just need the dates and times.

I pull out a thumb drive, inserting it into the port with a sense of urgency, and start the download.

As the data transfers, something catches my eye—a file on Cassian’s desktop labeled simply, “Angela.”

A flutter of unease rolls through my stomach. Angela. That’s Reyna’s mother—the woman whose actions have wreaked havoc on my life.

Without a second thought, I click to open it. Inside, I find medical records, and my heart races as I spot the phone number of the supplier for my mother’s medication, along with an authorization code.

The download finishes, and I quickly close the window, yanking the thumb drive from the port and slipping it into my pocket.

In a split second, he lunges for me, but I sidestep him with a laugh. He might think I’m teasing, but in truth, I know I could outmaneuver him in the realm of technology any day.

His hand darts out with surprising speed, catching my wrist and pulling me back against him. The flirty smile on his face sends my heart into a frenzy.

“You said you came to see me. Now you’re leaving?” he asks, his tone playful yet laced with something deeper.

“Like I said before, I was just dropping by to say hi,” I respond, shaking off his grip and moving toward the door, desperately trying to calm my racing heart. “You and I will see each other some other time.”

I slip out before he can utter another word, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through me.

Knowing he’ll likely follow, I take a few steps back into the shadows of the hallway. This way, when Cassian emerges, he’ll assume I’ve gone down the stairs. Once he’s out of sight, thinking he’s in pursuit, I can hide between the shelves until he returns, and then make my escape.

But in my haste, I’ve overlooked one crucial detail—Reyna.

My backward steps bring me to the open door of the conference room where she’s working.

“Gemma?” she calls out, her voice dripping with feigned sweetness as I stand frozen like a deer caught in headlights. The smile she gives me is so saccharine that it makes my stomach churn. “You finally came back to work!”

She strides over, her malicious grin widening. “How about you scamper off and do the only thing you’re good at—get me a coffee?”