The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 527

Chapter 527

Gemma’s POV

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The credits to the movie roll on the screen, a soft piano melody filling the quiet of the living room.

We just finished the first installment of our movie marathon, and ate enough charred meat and laughed enough to pretend the tense atmosphere of the afternoon never happened.

Christopher has relaxed, his shoulders finally dropping from somewhere around his ears. He’s curled into the corner of the sofa now, a glass of wine in his hand, the ghost of his usual easy smile flickering at the edges of his mouth.

Mikhail is sprawled in the armchair, pretending to be engrossed in his phone but really watching Christopher with the quiet vigilance of a guard dog who’s decided a stray is worth protecting.

I am sitting between them, a cushion wedged behind my

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arm and sisterly, the familiar cadence of o’s spent the last weeks checking on me fraid of leaving me without any anchor.

e you doing? How are the reports?”

my voice light, as I slowly walk towards the corridor, ing some distance between us.

m fine, much better than before. I’m taking the pills, getting through the days until we get the reports. But there’s nothing to worry about.”

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settled into something manageable.

And as for the fears about my baby’s well–being… it now feels like a low hum beneath the surface rather than a constant scream in my ears.

I’ve learned to carry it.

“Good,” Amanda says, and I hear the relief in her voice. “That’s good.”

“How is everyone there?”

I glance at Christopher. He’s looking at me, his wine glass paused halfway to his lips. There’s something in his expression, a flicker of curiosity, or maybe something

sharper.

He notices me and smiles, right as I look away, focusing on the window, the dark square of night beyond the glass.

“We are doing well too, thank you for asking. Actually, Gemma… I wanted to let you know…”

Amanda continues, her tone shifting to something more

formal.

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“As per grandfather’s command, we are planning to hold a press conference. We are all eager to have you officially be a part of us, most of all grandpa, and the purpose of this press conference shall be to announce your identity as my biological sister.”

My throat tightens. We’ve talked about this. The Bernard family wants to officially put my name beside theirs in the public record, like a homecoming gift of sorts.

“But only if you’re feeling up for it,” Amanda adds quickly.

“So please, communicate without hesitation. Any physical discomfort, or mental anxiety, just let me know and I’ll manage. We can wait; we will wait as long as you need.”

I open my mouth to respond, to say something reassuring, just like her kindness has felt like a balm to my soul.

But I don’t get the chance.

“How do you know the Bernard family?”

Christopher’s voice is quiet.

I turn to look at him, and my blood runs cold.

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He’s set his wine glass down, coming to stand a few steps behind me. His hands are in front of himself, fingers

interlaced so tightly that his knuckles have gone white. His face is pale, drained of the warmth the wine and laughter had put there.

His eyes are fixed on me with an intensity that makes the air

in the room seem to thin.

“Christopher…” I start, but the words die in my throat.

I can’t tell him, I can’t. He is the son of Annie, my cousin from

the Bernard family.

The family that cast him out, severed all ties the moment he went ahead to follow his passion. If he finds out I’m a part of that family, and the blood in my veins is the same blood that decided he wasn’t worthy of a name, he will never trust me

again.

The silence stretches, between us and I can hear Mikhail, who has gone very still in his armchair. The phone is still

pressed to my ear. Amanda is saying something, her voice a distant murmur I can no longer parse.

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“Gemma?” Christopher’s voice cracks on my name. “Who are you talking to?”

Amanda’s voice cuts through the static in my brain. “Gemma? Is everything alright?”

I should hang up. I should make an excuse, deflect, find a way to steer this conversation somewhere safe.

But my mouth is dry, my throat is closing, and the words

won’t come.

Amanda’s voice filters through the speaker, clear and unmistakable in the sudden silence of the night.

“If you’re feeling comfortable with the idea, I’ll share a list of questions that they usually ask and that you should be prepared for. The thing is, our family name brings quite a few clicks to the tabloids, so they are eager to interview any Bernard they can get a chance to speak to.”

The words land like stones in still water.

Christopher hears her, and I see the moment the name and the following words register in his mind.

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