The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 523

Chapter 523

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Gemma’s POV

The stairs creak under our feet as we walk down the stairs.

I feel a little silly, the soft skirt of the dress swishing around my ankles, so different from my usual practical clothes. The murmur of voices from the living room falls silent as we enter.

Cassian hears the noise and looks up. His eyes land on me, and his breath seems to catch audibly in his throat.

He doesn’t move, just stares, as if I’m a statue he has discovered… something perfect and unexpected.

I see the recognition in his gaze, which is filled with a sense of stunned awe. a thought flits through my mind uninvited: he has never seen me in a dress like this for a casual outing.

All the parties that I used to attend as a trophy on his side, started with Adam sending a dress of his preference and ended. without Cassian taking a single glance at me.

But wearing something like this for an outing that we planned for ourselves… that never happened.

Mikhail is also staring, but his reaction seems quicker. A flick45

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away, his focus snapping to Zina.

His voice is dry, “Are you going on a picnic or fishing?”

Zina marches to his side and gives his arm a vigorous pat to bring him back to his senses

“It’s none of your business! We can go fishing even dressed like this.”

The car takes us to the outskirts of the city, with a beautiful montage of green scenery surrounding us.

Zina is buzzing with excitement, contacting Jeremy and coordinating things so that we can meet at the parking spot. When we arrive, the lakeside is peaceful but not empty; a few other anglers dot the shore, their lines cast into the shimmering

water.

As expected, Cassian takes on the job of making all the arrangements himself. He opens a large parasol, planting it firmly in the soft grass, then spreads out a blanket so meticulously it does, indeed, look like we’re setting up for a picnic, not a fishing expedition.

I give him a small, grateful smile, which he returns with a softness that still surprises me.

Buy the problem is… I don’t know how to fish.

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The mechanics of bait and rod feel complete alien to my hands. So I settle on the blanket, content to be a spectator.

Mikhail and Cassian take up positions at the water’s edge, a study in contrasts even in this. Their casts are smooth, practiced. On the other side, I see Zina badgering Jeremy for lessons, her laughter carrying across the still air.

Time passes in a lazy, sun–drenched crawl. Their buckets gradually acquire a few silvery occupants. They take breaks, wandering back to the shade of the parasol to share quiet words

lling of lake water and bait.

e, Zina flops down beside me, still somehow

with restless energy. She rummages in the insulated box she brought and pulls out a bottle of beer with a triumphant grin.

I look at her, shocked. “When did you bring the beer?”

We left the villa together this morning. I never saw her buy anything!

“I took it from your refrigerator,” she says, popping the cap off with a practiced twist. “I saw there were quite a lot. So I took a few bottles.”

Refrigerator? Cassian doesn’t drink much. My gaze slides past him to Mikhail. He’s reclining in a folding chair, sung ses p045

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From this angle, he looks exactly like the kind of person who would have a stash of beer in our refrigerator.

But he just had surgery! He shouldn’t be drinking, and he certainly shouldn’t be enabling Zina.

A spark of irritation flares. I take out my phone. A few swift taps on the banking app and I set it aside, satisfied. This is the only way to managw this stubborn man’s vices.

s than a minute later, Mikhail’s phone chimes. He reads the pright, and whips off his sunglasses to glare

suspended my bank account again!”

see the fury in his eyes. This time, not only his bank count but also his credit cards have been suspended.

His eyes widen further when he notices that it’s suspended, not limited!

“Gemma, this is getting more and more outrageous-”

I nonchalantly scratch my ear, meeting his glare. “Why did you buy the beer?”

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He had forgotten to clear out his stash before Zina’s raid.

Cassian and Jeremy both glance over, their expressions a mix of annoyance and amusement. “You scared all the fish away…”

Cassian remarks, his voice flat.

Mikhail ignores the fish. He’s locked onto a new target. “Stop it, you noob!”

He says, pointing his rod at Cassian.

“Why don’t you compete with me? If I catch more fish than you, you must ask Gemma to unlock my card.”

Even if I don’t agree for the card, just the competition is enough to raise his energy levels.

Cassian doesn’t even look at him, just adjusts his grip on his own rod.

“You’ve never beaten me in fishing in the game, let alone in real life.”

The confidence is absolute. And just like that, the familiar, pointless competition between them reignites, a way to satisfy their egos.

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Then I notice Zina has already finished her first beer and is cracking open a second.

“Drink slowly,” I caution. She can hold her liquor, so I don’t try to stop her outright. But it’s barely past noon. Why is Zina on a drinking spree?

I’m pregnant, so I open a bottle of juice and clink it against her beer bottle in a silent toast. She smiles, a little too brightly, and leans her head on my shoulder. “I’m happy. It’s okay to drink a little. People in Mamaica are relaxed. Even if I get drunk here, no one will laugh at me.”

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