The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 98

**Before Rain Touches Earth Memories Return With Gentle Warmth by Eli Dane Crest**
**Chapter 98**

**Gemma**

This is utterly absurd.

I find myself staring at him, disbelief washing over me like a cold wave. Is he genuinely serious about this?

A dry, bitter laugh escapes my lips, a reflex to the ridiculousness of the situation. “What do I need to clarify? Isn’t that simply the truth?”

Cassian’s expression darkens, a storm brewing in his eyes. “It’s not like that—”

“Oh, really?” I challenge, folding my arms defiantly across my chest. “Then enlighten me, what exactly is it like?”

I shake my head, frustration bubbling within me.

“So now I’m supposed to salvage her reputation? The very same woman who calls you at ungodly hours for every trivial issue? The one everyone whispers about as if she’s your secret lover?”

Cassian’s jaw tightens, the tension palpable in the air. “Don’t make this more complicated than it needs to be. Just say a few words, and everything will settle down.”

12:06

A wave of disgust churns in my stomach, a bitter taste of betrayal. “And what happens then? She continues to cling to your side like she always does? While I remain the official wife that everyone secretly pities?”

Cassian exhales sharply, his patience clearly fraying at the edges. “This isn’t a big deal.”

“To you, maybe,” I retort, taking a step back as if to distance myself from his obliviousness. “I’m the one who spent years being the perfect wife while you were too busy tending to her needs.”

I’ve truly lost all hope of expecting anything meaningful from Cassian. Yet, this man keeps pushing my boundaries, his casual words striking me right where it hurts the most.

To Cassian, Reyna represents pure kindness, while I am painted as the villain in this twisted narrative. Every time Reyna sheds a tear, he swiftly lays the blame at my feet, completely blind to the pain he’s inflicted upon me.

“Cassian, I have no clue what’s happening or why people are labeling her as the other woman. You should be investigating the origins of this rumor and why it’s suddenly exploded in your work text thread, instead of directing your anger at me. Clearly, you’ve lost sight of the real issue here.”

2/7

12:07

Without hesitation, he calls his assistant, Adam, placing the call on speaker so I can hear the unfolding conversation.

“Mr. Blackwell, during your video call today, you inadvertently played a voice message from Mrs. Blackwell. Everyone in the conference room heard it, which led to the misunderstanding,” Adam explains, his tone professional yet sympathetic. “Moreover, before today’s meeting, Ms. Campbell has never denied your relationship, so everyone assumed she was the other woman based on how you treat her.”

Cassian’s face morphs into one of surprise, caught off guard by this revelation.

The look on his face is almost comical, and I can’t help but laugh. “You weren’t expecting that, were you? Like I said, stop always placing the blame on me.”

His eyes narrow at me, a flicker of annoyance flashing across his features as he abruptly hangs up the phone, cutting Adam off mid-sentence.

“Looks like you’re going to have to fix your own damn mess with Reyna. For once.”

His expression shifts, a dawning realization washing over him that he is, indeed, part of the problem.

3/7

12:07

He lets out a heavy sigh, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. “I want to clear things up, but if I’m the only one speaking, it’ll only complicate matters further. Reyna is crucial to our operations. But…” His voice trails off for a moment, as if he’s grappling with the admission he’s about to make. “Everyone seems to prefer you. They always have. They think Reyna is… difficult. You’re the best person to help.”

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