The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 402

Chapter 402

Zina’s POV

We’re squeezed into the back row, a trio of terrible spies. Molly’s eyes are locked on the back of William’s head like laser sights. I can almost see her imagining him whipping out a switchblade.

I can’t take it. I yank hard on her sleeve. “Stop staring so intensely,” I hiss. “You’ll get us caught.”

Her gaze is like a spotlight, blatant and obvious. A stray dog eyeing a fence has more subtlety.

She flinches, her whole body slumping back into the plush velvet seat. “Sorry,” she whispers. “I’m inexperienced.”

That’s an understatement, since she’s clearly more nervous than Gemma is right now.

Just then, the side door to the stairwell opens, slicing a beam of light across the floor. A figure steps in, moves with a quiet confidence down our row, and slides into the empty seat right beside me. Cassian is here.

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Why are you so late? I mouth the words, my hands making frantic, silent gestures.

He doesn’t even look at me. His eyes ar

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ahead. “Traffic,” he mutters, the single word tight and dismissive.

As he says it, his gaze lands on William and hardens instantly. I roll my eyes. Great!

He and Molly are the same. Two predators with zero chill, both immediately zeroing in on the target with a focus so intense it’s practically audible.

I reach over and yank the brim of his/baseball cap down, almost over his nose. “Do you even know how to stalk properly?”

I whisper–shout.

He presses his lips into a thin line and I see the effort it takes, the sheer force of will he’s exerting to stay still and not charge down the aisle.

This isn’t him being reckless… he’s holding back. For

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Gemma.

Just then, William leans in, his head dipping close to Gemma’s ear. He whispers somethin

the gesture makes my breath catch.

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Gemma gives a small nod and William stands up. He steps past her, into the aisle, and walks out of the theater, leaving her alone in the semi–darkness.

Gemma’s POV

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The moment William disappears through the exit door, I twist in my seat. My eyes sweep the darkened rows behind me, doing a quick count.

Zina, Jace, Molly… and one more. A fourth figure, sitting rigidly beside them, a baseball cap pulled down so far it shadows his entire face.

Who is he? Probably just another moviegoer who chose the emptiest row. But with his cap angled like that, can he even see the screen?

“Gemma,” Zina’s urgent whisper carries over the film’s soundtrack. “What’s going on? Where did he go?”

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“The restroom!” I whisper back.

“Is he planning something?” Jace’s voice is low, tense.

A cold shiver traces my spine. “Just keep an eye out…”

I murmur, my hand tightening around the cold cup in my hand, slick with condensation.

“If he tries anything, I’ll throw this lemonade at him.”

Before Zina can respond, William returns. Everyone behind me ducks their heads in unison, in a comically synchronized flinch.

He slides back into his seat and leans in close again. “When I was out there, I overheard people talking. Someone was outside buying tickets for this show. A thousand dollars each!”

I frown, totally bewildered. “What?”

He shrugs, a faint smile on his lips. “Maybe they just have more money than they know what to do with.”

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The movie drones on. I’ve seen it a dozen times; I could recite the dialogue in my sleep. But with William beside me, I can’t focus on a single frame.

Just then, the screen stutters. The ima erks, skips, and finally freezes in a perfect shot of the male lead on one knee, proposing.

I’m about to turn and ask William if the projector’s broken when the house lights blaze on, sudden and

harsh.

William stands up.

Behind me, I hear the sharp intake of four breaths being held.

“Gemma-”

Zina’s warning cry is cut off by her own command. “Don’t move! Sit down!”

“Stay right where you are!” Jace’s voice barks.

In the blinding light, with William turning toward me, and I don’t think. I act.

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I launch myself up from my seat and hurl the entire contents of my cup straight at his face.

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The liquid hits him, drenching his hair dripping from his chin. I scramble back, and a solid, familiar presence is suddenly there, stepping between William and me like a human shield.

Cassian?!

William just stands there, stunned. He blinks, and that’s when I notice that in his left hand, clutched awkwardly at his side, is a small, bedraggled bouquet of roses, now spotted with watery citrus.

At the same moment, a few people in the very front row, people I hadn’t even noticed, twist around. They raise little party poppers and POP! POP! POP! A shower of cheap confetti rains down, sticking to William’s wet clothes and hair, turning the scene into a bizarre, pathetic carnival.

I stare, my brain struggling to catch up. I look up at Cassian’s profile. “What are you doing here?”

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He doesn’t look at me, his eyes fixed on William. “Just watching a movie.”

I’m speechless. I look back at William, f

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