Divorced CEO's Forgotten Wife Strikes Back (Riley and Bryce) novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391 I Love You

She walked slowly toward the bedroom.

She was about to see Sebastian. The anticipation she had felt since boarding the plane suddenly turned into pure nerves.

What would he look like when he saw her?

Would he refuse to see her? Or—

Riley stopped at the bedroom door.

She was usually decisive, but at this moment, she hesitated.

Lowering her gaze to the closed door, she took a deep breath.

Just as she reached for the handle, the door flew open. A gun was pointed straight at her forehead.

In the dim light, a familiar face came into view.

It was Sebastian.

Sebastian stared at Riley in shock. His grip loosened, and the gun slipped from his hand.

Riley reacted instinctively and caught it.

The air seemed to freeze.

They stood there, facing each other, until Sebastian finally spoke, his voice low and tense. "Why are you here?"

"To see you," she said.

Yes. She had come for that reason alone. She had wanted to see him so badly that even with her leg still in a cast, she came anyway.

His lashes trembled slightly. "You didn't need to come see me. That fire was the Torres family's responsibility. Saving you was the least I should have done. You don't need to make up for it by being with me just because you feel guilty."

Riley froze. So he thought she had asked Felix to pass on that message because she felt guilty.

"It's late," Sebastian said, turning away. "I want to sleep. Please leave."

But the next second, Riley grabbed his arm and pushed him back against the wall by the door.

He instinctively tried to shove her away, but her next words stopped him cold.

"Yes. I never stopped," she said, her voice clear and steady in the dim room. "I thought breaking up meant I could let go. I even convinced myself that I had. But the truth is, I was only pretending. I never actually moved on."

As she spoke, she lifted her hand and gently touched his cheek. "I know I can be stubborn and complicated. But that fire made one thing painfully clear to me. If I wasn't afraid of dying and still insisted on getting you out with me, then why couldn't I also rebuild the trust we lost?"

He looked at her, stunned, still unable to speak.

"Sebastian, I love you," she said. "You say I don't owe you anything. You're right. I don't. I saved your life when we were kids, and later, in one way or another, I saved you again. If anyone owed anything, it's already even. I love you, and it has nothing to do with guilt."

"How do you know?" Shock flickered in his eyes.

"Know what? That the little girl who saved you back then was me?" Riley asked. "Thomas saw the ruby necklace when he came to see me. That's how he realized I met you long before either of us remembered."

"So we really did cross paths that early," Sebastian murmured. The person who had saved him had always been her.

"If only I'd asked for your contact back then," she said softly. "Maybe I would've written to you after we went home. Maybe I would've called. Maybe I would've looked for you. We might've grown up together. We might've fallen in love a lot earlier."

Her words were like a fleeting, beautiful dream.

And dreams that were too perfect usually shattered in the end.