Divorced CEO's Forgotten Wife Strikes Back (Riley and Bryce) novel Chapter 84

**TITLE: Dreams Refuse Gravity by Leo Arden Knox**

**Chapter 84: Shout**

Sebastian picked up his pace, his heart racing in tandem with his hurried steps. An unsettling feeling churned within him, a mix of anxiety and anticipation that he couldn’t quite decipher.

**Riley is there today.**

A wave of worry washed over him. Had something gone wrong with her? Or was it something deeper, something he couldn’t yet comprehend?

Just as these thoughts spiraled through his mind, he came to an abrupt stop. There she was—Riley—coming into view, and his breath caught in his throat.

She stood tall, the urn gripped tightly in her hands, the national flag draped over it like a shroud. The sight was both striking and haunting.

Her once graceful and beautiful features now bore an expression of cold determination, fierce and unwavering. Around her, a chaotic scene unfolded; a group of people lay sprawled on the ground, some groaning in pain while others struggled to rise, only to be forcefully knocked down again by her relentless resolve.

It was as if he were witnessing a replay of the chaos that had erupted at the airport not long ago.

“Leave now or you’re getting arrested!” Wren’s voice pierced through the air, sharp and commanding.

“I’m not here to cause trouble. All I want is to enter that memorial hall, hang my parents’ portraits, and place their ashes there!” Riley’s voice rang out, firm and unyielding as she stood her ground.

“Place ashes? You really think we’d let just anyone into our hall?” Vincent, rushing to support Wren, shouted back at her, his voice laced with disdain.

At that moment, Wren’s gaze landed on Sebastian, a flicker of panic igniting within her.

**Did he just see me lose it?**

The thought spiraled through her mind, stirring a mix of embarrassment and anger.

Riley, undeterred, met Vincent’s gaze with a steely glare and declared, “The ashes of the Anderson family belong in the Anderson family’s memorial hall.”

“Oh, the Anderson family? Which part of that illustrious lineage do you claim to represent?” Vincent’s voice dripped with skepticism, his patience wearing thin.

“Riley from the fifth branch of the Anderson family!” she stated with an air of pride, as if each word was a badge of honor.

“What?” Vincent’s expression shifted to one of disbelief, a nervous flicker crossing his features. “Fifth branch? Stop lying. There’s no one left in that branch!”

“Then check the family genealogy!” Riley shot back, her voice unwavering.

Just then, a police car screeched to a halt, the sound of tires on asphalt slicing through the tension. Several officers leaped out, their faces a mixture of confusion and authority.

“Who’s causing trouble here?” The officers recognized the Anderson family name immediately, their expressions shifting to concern.

“Her!” Vincent, now more agitated than ever, pointed an accusatory finger at Riley. “This woman is disrupting our memorial hall. Arrest her and get her out of here!”

The officers approached Riley, one of them opening his mouth to speak, but he paled visibly upon noticing the national flag draped over the urn she held.

“What the…”

“These are my parents’ ashes! I’m taking them into the memorial hall and hanging their portraits!” Riley declared with fierce conviction.

A moment of stunned silence enveloped the scene. Then, one of the officers, regaining his composure, asked, “Could you tell us how your parents passed?”

“They joined the peacekeeping force and were killed on a mission overseas,” Riley replied, her tone steady and resolute.

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