The Don Tore Up Our Divorce (Gemma and Cassian) novel Chapter 533

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Chapter 533

Gemma’s POV

The laptop screen glows in the darkness of the car, the black–and–white feed flickering with shadows. I watch Mikhail lead Christopher away from the kitchen, watch them

settle in the living room. My phone is in my hand, ready,

waiting.

A movement flickers in the corner of the frame.

I lean closer, my breath catching. The kitchen. The refrigerator door is still open, the white of the rabbits visible even in grayscale. But something else moves–a shift in the darkness behind the door, a shape that shouldn’t be there.

I grab my phone, dial Mikhail.

It rings. Once. Twice. Three times.

No answer.

hhang up, dial again. The call connects, goes to voicemail!11

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stare at the screen, my heart hammering, watching the flickering shadows that might be nothing or might be everything.

“Pick up,” I whisper. “Please pick up.”

Mikhail’s POV

I have Christopher settled on the couch, his breathing finally slowing, the color slowly returning to his face. I crouch in front of him, keeping my voice low, steady.

“You’re okay,” I say. “Just stay here. Breathe.”

He nods, his eyes still wide but focused now. I straighten up, about to move toward the kitchen, when something catches my attention. The bean bag chair in the corner, there is a bulge in the leather like a shape pressing outward from

within.

I go very still. I meet Christopher’s eyes, put a finger to my lips. He goes pale but nods.

I move slowly, circling the bean bag. I pull the knife from my pocket, flick it open. I position myself behind the chair, raise the blade, and slice.

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The leather gives. Foam beads spill out in a white cascade. And then she comes with them.

She is tiny. Barely four feet eleven, a small thing in black leggings and a black hoodie, her face pale, her eyes dark. She tumbles out onto her hands and knees, and for a

moment, no one moves.

Then she looks up.

Her eyes find Christopher, and the expression on her face is something I have never seen before. It’s not anger. It’s not fear. It’s adoration. Pure, burning, obsessive adoration.

“You like bunnies, right?” Her voice is high, childlike, almost sweet. She crawls forward on her hands and knees, foam beads clinging to her black clothes. “Did you like my surprise, Chris? I brought them for you! I know you like bunnies. I saw you at the park that day, watching them, and I thought–l thought, this is the one. This is the person I’m supposed to be

with.”

Christopher makes a strangled sound behind me. I position myself between them, the knife still in my hand.

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“Now we can stay together forever!” She tilts her head, her eyes never leaving Christopher’s face. Her voice rises, faster now, the words tumbling out like water breaking through a dam.

“I cleaned your house for you. Every room. Every surface, I made it beautiful. I washed your clothes and ironed them and folded them just right because you deserve everything perfect.

slept in your bed so I could know what it feels like to wake up where you wake up. I know your smell. I know your heartbeat. I stood outside your door and listened to it. I know everything about you, Chris. Everything!”

istopher’s face, which is turning white with fear.

way you take your coffee… the books you read. The y you laugh at that

you don’t. I’ve been waiting. Waiting

And now-”

Her vo

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show even though you pretend

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for months. Years. I’ve been

nt time. Waiting for you to see me.

into

something higher, more frantic.

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