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.

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