Divorced CEO's Forgotten Wife Strikes Back (Riley and Bryce) novel Chapter 132

**TITLE: Dreams Refuse Gravity by Leo Arden Knox**
**Chapter 132: Fall in Love With You**

Diving into seas as tumultuous as this was no trivial endeavor. It was a reckless act, fraught with danger, a gamble that flirted with the very essence of life itself.

Riley had hurled herself into the churning water, driven by an instinctive need to save the child who had been swallowed by the waves. But Sebastian? What had compelled him to leap in after her? Who was he truly trying to rescue?

As Riley fought her way through the relentless surf, every stroke was a testament to her determination, even as her muscles began to ache under the strain. The pull of the tide was a constant adversary, dragging at her limbs, trying to thwart her efforts.

Open-sea rescues were a world apart from navigating rivers; here, the current was merciless, the waves unpredictable in their ferocity. Yet, Riley was prepared for this. She had honed her body into peak physical condition, a testament to her dedication as a swimmer, and her knowledge of rescue techniques was second to none.

With each wave that crashed over her, she calculated her movements with precision, diving beneath the tumultuous surface, then propelling herself forward as the swell receded. But even with her training, she could feel her strength waning, her energy slipping away like sand through her fingers.

*I have to save him. I must!*

Just when desperation threatened to overwhelm her, her fingers finally grasped a small, fragile arm.

A quiet sigh of relief escaped Riley’s lips, a momentary respite from the chaos around her. The child had ingested a considerable amount of seawater and lay limp in her grasp, no longer fighting, merely allowing Riley to drag him along like a lifeless doll.

Her heart raced with urgency. She needed to reach the shore. Time was of the essence; the golden window for resuscitation was fleeting. If she didn’t act swiftly, even if she managed to pull the boy from the depths, it might already be too late.

Summoning every ounce of strength left within her, she swam with renewed vigor. *Faster. Hurry. Just a little more.*

But then, a colossal wave crashed down upon them, and Riley felt the terrifying tug of the current as it threatened to wrench the child from her grip, dragging him further into the abyss.

*No, no, no!*

She fought against the tide, desperation fueling her movements, her lungs burning, her limbs feeling like lead. And then, out of the chaos, a hand emerged from the frothy waves, grasping the child with a fierce determination.

Riley gasped in shock, her heart leaping as she recognized Sebastian.

With their combined strength, they fought through the crashing surf, finally emerging onto the shore, breathless and soaked to the bone.

By the time they reached safety, the island’s medical team had arrived, paramedics rushing over with urgency. They immediately began administering CPR to the child, their movements swift and practiced.

“Ms. Anderson, Mr. Torres—are you both okay? Do you need medical attention?” someone inquired, concern etched across their face.

“I’m fine,” Riley replied, her voice hoarse and shaky. “Just… give me a moment.”

She swayed unsteadily on her feet, her body utterly depleted from the exertion. Just as her knees threatened to buckle beneath her, a strong arm reached out, catching her and offering support.

It was a familiar hand, one she recognized instantly.

“Thank you. I’m alright now, you can—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Sebastian pulled her into a fierce embrace. His arms enveloped her with a protective intensity, yet not so tight as to hurt her—more like he feared that if he held her too hard, he might shatter her.

Riley blinked in surprise, momentarily taken aback. “Sebastian?”

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