The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 88

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest**
**Chapter 88**

**Gemma**

As soon as Reyna catches sight of Cassian about to end the call, a flicker of panic ignites in her eyes. In an impulsive move, she lunges for my phone, her desperation palpable.

I’m caught off guard, but a surge of adrenaline propels me into action. I leap to my feet, hoisting the phone high above my head like a trophy. “Seriously?” I exclaim, twisting away as she reaches for me, her fingers clawing at the air.

Our struggle unfolds in a chaotic flurry of movement, her nails biting into my wrist as I fight to keep my grip. Just then, the sound of Cassian’s footsteps reverberates from the balcony, heightening the tension. In a swift motion, she yanks the phone from my grasp, and—

Splash!

My heart sinks as the phone sails through the air, plunging directly into the fish tank.

“Gemma, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Reyna’s voice is a mixture of feigned remorse and panic as she watches the disaster unfold.

Cassian enters the room at that exact moment, and I can see Reyna putting on her best act of guilt, her features contorting into a mask of innocence. I refuse to even look at her. Instead, I snatch my phone from her hand, my fingers wrapping around it tightly as if it were a lifeline.

11:52

I press the power button with a sense of dread. Nothing happens. The screen remains a lifeless black. Water trickles from the edges, pooling in my palm, and a knot of anxiety twists in my stomach. It’s dead.

Reyna inches closer, her eyes wide with faux innocence. “Gemma, just wipe it off with a tissue. Maybe it’ll work after a while. I swear, it was an accident.”

Her insincere concern ignites a fire within me, and I feel my blood boil. I clench my jaw so tightly that it aches. If looks could kill, she’d be lying in pieces on the floor.

I shove her away in frustration. “Back off!”

Reyna stumbles backward, her shin colliding painfully with the edge of the table. She gasps sharply, doubling over in exaggerated pain. “Ow!”

“Gemma, stop. Why can’t you just follow simple instructions?” Cassian interjects, his tone sharp as he steps in between us.

Before I can muster a response, he’s already at Reyna’s side, steadying her as if she were a fragile doll in need of protection.

“Don’t blame Gemma,” Reyna insists, her voice dripping with just the right amount of pain and selflessness. “It’s my fault. I broke her phone… she has every right to be upset.”

11:52

Cassian lets out a heavy sigh, his gaze shifting to me as if I’m the one at fault. “If her phone’s broken, she can just get a new one.”

A bitter laugh escapes my lips, laced with sarcasm. Of course. That’s his solution to everything—replace it and move on without a second thought.

The sight of them standing so close together twists my stomach into knots.

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