The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 86

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

**Chapter 86**

**Gemma**

A laugh escapes my lips, laced with a heavy dose of sarcasm. It’s almost amusing how predictable this all is.

“If you trust me, I’ll tell you,” I reply, my gaze fixed on him, icy and unyielding.

“It’s always the same story. The moment she walks into the room, I’m the one left holding the blame.”

“Reyna and I aren’t what you think,” Cassian insists, his tone pleading yet defensive.

Not what I think? For the last three years, every argument we’ve had has revolved around her. To him, she’s the dazzling wolf, the mastermind behind smuggling operations, while I’m just a worthless gold digger, clinging to the scraps. I’m exhausted by this endless cycle.

“Then why do you always scream at me because of her?” I shout, my voice rising in frustration. “Who’s your real wife, Cassian?”

I’ve tolerated so much, even convincing myself to step back so they could have their moment together. What a fool I’ve been.

“Cassian, let go. You’re hurting me!”

He finally registers the pressure of his grip, loosening it slightly. Taking a deep breath, he tries to regain his composure, but the edge in his voice remains.

“Tell your people to stop. Leave Reyna alone.”

“Huh?” I respond, confusion knitting my brow.

“Don’t play dumb.” His patience is wearing thin, and I can see the storm brewing in his eyes.

“I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about. You barged in here, shouting at me, and I’m completely in the dark about what I allegedly did to Reyna.” I yank my hand away, stepping back, wincing as I notice the red mark left on my wrist.

Cassian pauses, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face.

“Reyna called me. She said she received a threatening message. Someone called her a bitch… said she’s a mistress and needs to be dealt with.”

“What does that have to do with me?” I retort, a mix of indignation and disbelief bubbling within me.

“That person claimed to be your friend and sent Reyna pictures of us together,” Cassian explains, his voice sharp. “They told Reyna that if she doesn’t leave me alone, she will be dealt with.”

“Which friend of mine?” I ask, my mind racing. Since our marriage, my circle has shrunk significantly. The only one I still talk to is Zina. Sure, I could see Zina pulling something like that, but she would never threaten Reyna without consulting me first.

“Gemma, Reyna’s innocent. She received those threatening texts and was set up. Tell your friend to apologize, and this will all be over,” Cassian states, as if his suggestion is the most logical solution.

I stare at him, disbelief and hurt coursing through my veins. He’s never truly trusted me. Just one whisper from Reyna, and he’s convinced I’m behind this harassment. “How do you know it’s my friend? Why do you trust Reyna so blindly? You think I would waste my time or resources to stoop so low as to threaten a lowlife like her?”

“Which friend? The one who took you to the bar, of course! Her personal life is a disaster, and she constantly gives you terrible advice—who else could it be?”

A surge of anger ignites within me. I had no idea Cassian harbored such disdain for Zina.

“Cassian, enough. You have no right to say that. Reyna has no proof, but you’ve fallen for her lies like a fool. Don’t drag me and my friends into this mess.”

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