**Title: Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest**
**Chapter 74**
**Cassian**
It feels like we haven’t even scratched the surface of this situation!
Did Gemma really just spill the beans to all the wives of every mafia boss in the underworld that I’m not satisfying her needs in the bedroom?
Sure, it’s only happened once.
Yet, that’s between us, not for the world to know.
I freeze in place, maintaining an expression of calm on my face, but I can sense Gemma’s gaze piercing through me, as if she knows something is off.
I had every intention of supporting her, and this is how she repays me? By airing our dirty laundry in front of everyone?
Leaning closer, I let my lips barely brush against her ear, whispering with a firm tone, “Wrap it up here. We’re leaving.”
Then, I pull away, creating a distance that feels heavy with unspoken words.
11:42
Reyna approaches me almost immediately, her expression revealing that she caught every word. Of course, she did. It’s impossible not to overhear in a room like this.
“I can’t believe she actually said that out loud,” Reyna murmurs, handing me a drink. “It’s like she just branded you impotent in front of the entire party.”
My fingers tighten around the glass she’s handed me. It’s whiskey, my drink of choice. She knows me too well.
I down it in one swift motion, the burn of the alcohol igniting a fire in my chest.
Just then, I spot Gemma pushing her way through the throng of people, making a beeline for us. “Reyna. What are you doing here?”
Reyna flashes a smile, shrugging casually. “I’m here with Cassian. Had some folks to catch up with.”
Gemma’s lips press into a thin line as she turns her gaze toward me. “Oh, fantastic. So, you didn’t come here for me at all. You just brought Reyna along to socialize, and when you spotted me, you decided to play the hero.”
A wave of annoyance surges through me. I did come here for her, but if she’s going to behave this way, why should I bother telling her that?
11:42
Reyna places a hand on my arm, her voice steady. “Gemma, this isn’t the main issue. What matters is that you just embarrassed Cassian in front of everyone.”
Gemma’s eyes narrow as she glares at her. Then, raising her voice enough for those nearby to hear, she declares, “Reyna, what happens in our bedroom is none of your business. And just so you know, Cassian is my husband. Please stop touching him as if he belongs to you.”
**Gemma**
I’m not entirely sure what’s come over me. All I know is that I’m done playing nice.
A wicked little part of me believes that if I act out enough, maybe Cassian will finally grant me the divorce I’ve been pleading for.


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