The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 99

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

**Chapter 99**

**Gemma**

As I drift into my thoughts, a servant approaches me with a hesitant look.

“Forgive me for intruding, ma’am,” she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “But… we all know how Mr. Blackwell can be. This will blow over by tomorrow, and he won’t bring it up again.”

I manage a wry smile, though it feels more like a grimace. “Do you genuinely believe this marriage is worth saving?” I ask, my voice laced with uncertainty.

She freezes for a moment, her lips twitching in an attempt to respond, but silence hangs heavily in the air between us.

Less than thirty minutes later, Cassian strides back down the stairs, a new divorce agreement in hand. The weight of the moment presses down on me.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I take the pen and scrawl my signature across the paper.

The instant the pen lifts from the page, a tightness constricts my chest. I’m reluctant to confront the whirlwind of emotions that surge within me, each one more tumultuous than the last.

12:07

“You didn’t even read it,” he says, irritation evident in his tone. “Aren’t you afraid you’ll walk away with nothing?”

I mutter, keeping my gaze fixed on the floor, “No need.” I fear that if I look up, he might see the turmoil etched on my face. “I trust you. You wouldn’t scam me over a little money, would you, dear husband?”

My eyes dart to the paper, where our names sit side by side, a stark reminder of what was and what will never be. My vision blurs with unshed tears, but I refuse to let him witness my vulnerability. Without uttering another word, I turn on my heel and dash upstairs, locking the bedroom door behind me with a click that echoes in the silence.

Not long after, I hear the roar of an engine igniting outside. The headlights of Cassian’s favorite sports car slice through my window before the sound fades into the night, leaving an unsettling quiet in its wake.

I know exactly where he’s headed.

Reyna.

We’ve barely signed the papers, and already he’s eager to leave.

A long, shaky breath escapes my lips as I sink into the comfort of my bed. This is for the best, I remind myself, trying to quell the rising tide of doubt.

Unable to sleep, I power up my laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard as I launch into a series of hacked programs.

An hour later, I send the completed system of secret mafia client jobs to Zina. It’s late, but she responds almost immediately.

“Wow! That was super fast,” Zina texts back after reviewing the files.

“No way in hell I’m losing both—love and work,” I reply, my fingers moving swiftly.

There’s a pause before Zina finally responds.

“You finally got the divorce?”

“Yeah, we’ll submit the paperwork tomorrow.”

A shocked emoji pops up on my screen, and I can’t help but smile.

I can hardly believe it myself. Just yesterday, I was mired in uncertainty, wondering how much longer this battle with Cassian would drag on. And now? It’s over. Perhaps I should send a thank-you note to Reyna for delivering me from what I had been yearning for.

“Since you’re about to be single again, why not come out and have some fun?”

I chuckle at her message. “On my way!”

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