Divorced CEO's Forgotten Wife Strikes Back (Riley and Bryce) novel Chapter 203

**TITLE: Dreams Refuse Gravity by Leo Arden Knox 203**
**CONTENT: Chapter 203 Perfume**

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The anguish etched across Sebastian’s features was unmistakable, but he offered no resistance as Riley deftly secured his wrists with the binding. Her fingers moved with a purpose, each knot a silent promise that he would be supported even as pain coursed through him.

Once the binding was firm, she slipped an arm beneath him, cradling him with a fierce protectiveness that ignited a blazing glare directed at Wren, who lay crumpled on the floor, wracked with violent coughs.

“What’s that fragrance clinging to you?” Riley’s voice sliced through the air, sharp enough to shatter glass. “What have you done to Sebastian?”

Wren’s eyes flickered with a hint of guilt, a fleeting shadow that quickly transformed into a stammering defense. “I… I didn’t do anything! Riley, please, don’t frame me!”

Riley’s anger flared hotter, a wildfire consuming her patience.

Sebastian’s mind began to clear, though his eyelids remained shut against the onslaught of pain. He could feel the sweat trickling down his temple, each droplet a reminder of the turmoil that had spiraled out of control in just an hour of separation. How had they ended up here?

Wren squirmed beneath Riley’s unyielding weight, her voice rising in desperation. “Hey! What are you all standing around for? Get her off me!” she barked at the servants, her frustration palpable.

Yet, no one moved.

Within the walls of the manor, it was common knowledge that Wren had fallen from grace, her status diminished, while Riley stood as Quinten’s beloved granddaughter, a beacon of loyalty that had earned her the quiet respect of every servant present.

Realizing that no assistance was forthcoming, Wren’s tone sharpened into a venomous snarl. “You think you can humiliate me and simply walk away, Riley? I’ll make you pay for this!”

Riley pressed down harder, her voice chilling as she replied, “If you don’t start talking right now—and something happens to Sebastian—you’ll regret it.”

The weight pressing on Wren’s back felt suffocating. Pain shot through her spine; Riley’s face loomed above her, a mask of cold fury that sent a shiver down her spine.

Ultimately, the threat shattered her resolve. “I… I just sprayed some perfume on myself! I didn’t do anything else!”

Color drained from Wren’s face, only to return in a furious flush. The look in Riley’s eyes was reminiscent of the terror she had felt when Sebastian’s hands had gripped her throat earlier, a haunting memory that sent fear racing through her veins.

“It’s… it’s the same perfume his mother wore when she died,” Wren finally confessed, her voice trembling with the weight of her admission. “I… I didn’t know he’d react like this!”

Riley froze, the revelation striking her like a thunderclap.

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