The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 528

Chapter 528

Gemma’s POV

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I open my mouth to protest, to explain, to tell him that I didn’t know, that I never wanted to hurt him, that the Bernard family is as much a mystery to me as it is to him.

But the words tangle in my throat, and all I can do is sit there, frozen, watching the friend I’ve come to care for, look at me like I’m a stranger.

Mikhail jumps to his feet, walking towards the balcony and putting himself between us in a protective gesture.

“Christopher…!”

He says, his voice low. “Take a breath.”

Christopher doesn’t seem to hear him. His eyes are locked on me, and there’s something breaking behind them, something that has long been buried. “They took everything from me,” he says, and his voice is barely a whisper now. “My mother,

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worth keeping.”

He turns fast, and I hear his footsteps retreating down the hallway. The door slams shut, and the sound echoes through the villa like a gunshot.

I’m still holding the phone, and Amanda’s voice comes through again. “Gemma? What’s wrong?”

I’m on my feet before I fully register the movement. The phone is still in my hand, Amanda’s voice a distant, worried murmur against my ear.

But I can only hear the door at the end of the hall open, and the sound of fast and determined footsteps moving toward the front of the house.

“Christopher, wait!” I call out. “It’s not what you think. I didn’t know–I never meant to hide anything from you—”

He’s at the front door now, his hand on the handle. He doesn’t turn around. His shoulders are rigid, his whole body a line of tension. “Don’t,” he says, and his voice is raw. “Just don’t lie to me anymore!”

I have barely managed to make it to the hallway before my

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body reminds me of its limits. A sharp twinge in my lower abdomen stops me cold. I press a hand to my belly, breathing through the sudden spike of panic.

Not now, please, not now.

Mikhail appears beside me, his movements slower than usual, favoring his injured foot.

He’s limping, but his eyes are sharp, scanning my face. “Gemma. You need to sit down.”

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“I’m fine.” I shake my head, already pulling up my phone. Amanda is still on the line. I raise it to my ear, my voice clipped. “Amanda, I have to go. I’ll call you back.”

“Gemma, what’s happening? Is someone-”

“I’ll call you back.” I hang up before she can finish.

My fingers are already moving, scrolling through my contacts.

I find Zina’s number. If she is sobered up, then she might be available to drive us. If not, I’ll request Jeremy; after all, it’s a matter of Christopher’s wellbeing.

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I press the call button and hold the phone to my ear.

It rings: once, twice… with a beep, it goes to voicemail.

I hang up, my heart hammering. I try again, but there is no

use.

wer the phone, staring at the screen. It would be

letely useless to call Christopher now.

Mikhail is watching me, his expression unreadable. “Cancel e party,” I say, my voice coming out harder than I intended. Took up at him, meeting his eyes. “We’re going to find Christopher.”

He doesn’t move. His jaw tightens, just slightly. “That’s all fine and dandy, Gemma…! But How will we go?”

He asks, and his voice is calm and practical. “My foot is injured and you’re pregnant.”

I feel the words land like stones in my chest. He’s not wrong, much. Both of us are compromised and broken in

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But Christopher is out there: alone and furious. And

moreover, he is at risk.

If he goes back to the house, he will be walking right back into the trap of that shady figure who walks around his house like they own it. And if he goes somewhere else in this disturbed state of mind, he might end up finding more

trouble.

The worst part is, he himself is out there and he doesn’t know how bad the situation is.

I meet Mikhail’s gaze, and I let him see the fear, urgency, and the unshakeable certainty that if we don’t go after him now, we might not get another chance.

“So what?” I say, and my voice is fierce. “We can’t just let him leave, it’s dangerous. You saw the footage. You know what’s out there.”

He holds my gaze for a long moment. Something shifts in his expression, and he also understands that Christopher walking out that door alone might be the worst thing that happens tonight.

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