"Everything is normal, except I'm a bit anemic."
A wave of guilt washed over Pierce's eyes. "It's all my fault."
Of course she was anemic; she had suffered a massive hemorrhage.
But Riley wasn't the type to hold a grudge. Since she had chosen to forgive him, she wouldn't keep bringing it up. Holding onto bitterness would only drain her emotionally. "It's in the past."
Pierce supported her toward the bed.
Riley stopped in her tracks. "I don't want to sleep right now. Let's sit on the sofa. We need to talk."
"Alright." He led her to the couch and sat down beside her. "What's on your mind?"
Riley turned slightly to face him directly. "I smelled Seraphina's perfume in the elevator."
She didn't elaborate further, keeping her eyes fixed on him, unwilling to miss a single shift in his expression.
Pierce blinked in surprise. After a moment, as if recalling something, he said, "Her perfume smells a lot like Lydia Sterling's. I remember you saying you hated that cloying, sweet scent."
"Who is Lydia Sterling?"
"One of my business partners. A real powerhouse in the industry."
So it had just been a misunderstanding?
The perfume in the car, and the scent on his clothes—it wasn't Seraphina's, it was Lydia's?
Seeing Riley remain quiet, Pierce asked, "Why bring this up all of a sudden?"
Riley believed honesty was crucial in a marriage, so she didn't hold back and voiced her concerns openly.
Listening to her, Pierce looked at her in disbelief. "You don't actually think there's something going on between me and Seraphina, do you?"
"The moment I smelled her perfume, I definitely suspected it," she admitted frankly.

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