All Chapters of UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

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The Rain I Can’t Forget

(Alessa) Morning light filtered through the sunroom windows, soft and golden, but it felt like ice against my skin. I lay tangled with Marcus on the wide table, his arm draped protectively over me, his breathing steady and warm against my hair. My body still hummed from the way we had moved together — needy, desperate, like I was trying to overwrite every memory of Adrian with his touch. But even now, in the afterglow, my mind wouldn’t let me rest. The memories came back like a flood I couldn’t stop. That night in the pouring rain. I had stormed out of the engagement party after fighting with Marcus over something stupid. I was still in my engagement dress, soaked and furious, when I saw Adrian at the networking event. I called him gay in front of everyone — a childish, cruel taunt because I was hurting. He followed me into the rain, grabbed me, and kissed me so hard it stole my breath. Then we ended up in his car, windows fogged, seats pushed back. I was inexperienced. A vi

The Night I Curated

(Adrian) The memory came back uninvited while I was standing at the window, watching the city lights flicker like distant stars. Kathryn was asleep in the bedroom, her breathing steady and peaceful. The penthouse was quiet except for the low hum of the air system. I should have been at peace too. But the past had a way of creeping in when the present felt too easy. That night in the rain. I had just finished humiliating Marcus in court earlier that day. I was still riding the high of victory when she stormed into the networking event — Alessa, still in her engagement dress, eyes blazing with fury. She called me gay in front of everyone, a childish, venomous taunt because she was hurting from her breakup with Marcus. I followed her out into the pouring rain, grabbed her, and kissed her hard — proving I was very much a man. A straight man. We ended up in my car, windows fogged, seats pushed back. I thought she was experienced. The way she provoked me, the fire in her eyes, t

The Marriage I Once Refused

(Kathryn) Marriage was never something I dreamed of as a little girl. While other children played house with plastic rings and pretend weddings, I was sitting in my father’s study watching him review case files, or in my mother’s office listening to her strategize prosecutions. Marriage, to me, was a contract — one that could either elevate or destroy a person’s legacy. I saw too many powerful women lose themselves in it. Too many brilliant careers dimmed by the weight of expectation. That’s why I turned Adrian down that night in the dorm room. We had just finished our first time together — clumsy, desperate, beautiful in its raw honesty. He proposed on one knee, still naked and breathing hard, eyes shining with the kind of love that makes young hearts believe anything is possible. I kissed him softly and said no. “Not yet,” I told him. “I want to be a lawyer first. More than anything. I need to stand on my own before I can stand beside anyone.” He understood. He always

The Fragments That Cut Deepest

(Alessa) The memories returned in fragments, sharp and merciless, like broken glass slicing through the fog I had lived in for so long. I was sitting alone in the sunroom at my father’s estate, staring at the river, when the first clear one hit. The penthouse. Huge. Cold. Empty. Adrian would leave for days, sometimes weeks, consumed by Reyes Holdings. Expanding the empire. Building the Law Institute in London with Margaret at his side. I was left behind in that glass tower, designing buildings for strangers while my own life felt like it was collapsing around me. I would wait for him, dinner cold on the table, only to get a short call saying he was staying at the office again. He stopped coming home early. He would rather spend the night buried in work than with me. Our touches became rare. Our conversations shorter. Followed by another memory—-It’s dark. That night in the car — the rainy night after I broke up with Marcus. The night I called Adrian gay as a taunt, and he

The Silence That Worried Me

(Adrian) The silence from Alessa was louder than any of her previous spectacles. For weeks, she had been relentless — public posts with Marcus, dramatic announcements, fake accounts commenting on my photos, accusations flying everywhere. She had turned our divorce into a performance, desperate for my reaction, for my pain, for any sign that I still cared enough to fight back. Then, suddenly, nothing. No new posts. No taunting comments. No fresh accusations. Just… silence. I sat in the study, staring at my phone, the last notification from her weeks old. The quiet unsettled me more than her chaos ever had. I remembered what I had said to her right after she woke up from the crash, when her memory was still a blank slate and her eyes looked at me with confusion and fear. She had asked, “Who are you? Do I know you?” I had told her gently, “I’m your husband. You may not remember me now, but I can assure you that I’m the man you’re obsessed with.” I smiled faintly at the

The Life I Didn’t Plan For

( Alessa) The nausea hit me like a wave I couldn’t outrun. I woke up that morning with my stomach churning, the room spinning even though I was lying still. I tried to sit up, but the moment I moved, bile rose in my throat. I barely made it to the bathroom before I was vomiting, clutching the sink, tears stinging my eyes. When it finally stopped, I slid down to the cold tile floor, breathing hard. My hands trembled as I pressed them against my abdomen. Two months. I was two months delayed. The last time I had been intimate with Marcus was recent, but the timing… it didn’t match. The nonstop nights with Adrian before I left the penthouse — those desperate, angry, hungry encounters where we couldn’t get enough of each other — those were the ones that fit. Those were the nights when I had clung to him like he was the only thing keeping me alive. The baby was Adrian’s. I sat there on the bathroom floor, staring at the wall, my mind reeling. I couldn’t tell Marcus yet. No

The Sickness I Couldn’t Explain

( Adrian) Her silence was killing me. I sat alone in the study late at night, the penthouse quiet except for the low hum of the city far below. Kathryn had gone to bed hours ago, but sleep evaded me. Instead, I found myself doing what I swore I wouldn’t — stalking Alessa’s work online. Her latest project, the massive shopping mall beside the Hilton Hotel, dominated the architectural news. The renderings were breathtaking — sleek lines, sustainable gardens cascading down the facade, a design that felt both futuristic and warmly human. She had poured herself into it. The article praised her vision as “the return of Valez at her most ambitious.” There were photos of her at the groundbreaking, smiling beside Marcus, looking composed and professional. She looked… happy. Without me. I scrolled through more of her recent designs, older projects I had once celebrated with her. Each one reminded me of the woman I had fallen for — the brilliant architect who believed every collaps

The Storm I Couldn’t Outrun

(Adrian) The nausea didn’t stop. It came in waves throughout the day — sudden, violent, leaving me gripping the edge of my desk or the sink in the courthouse restroom. My colleague’s teasing words kept echoing: “You’re like a pregnant woman.” I laughed it off then, but the possibility had taken root and refused to let go. I sat in the study that evening, the penthouse quiet except for the soft hum of the city far below. Kathryn was in the kitchen making dinner, her presence a steady, comforting rhythm I had come to rely on. But my mind kept drifting back to Alessa. Her silence after the engagement announcement was deafening. No more taunting posts. No more fake accounts. No more desperate attempts to provoke me. She had gone quiet, focusing on her work — that massive shopping mall project beside the Hilton, her name prominently displayed as lead architect. She looked composed in the photos. Professional. Like she was finally moving forward without me. But something felt wr

The Awakening I Could No Longer Ignore

( Adrian) The nausea grew worse every morning. What began as faint unease had become a punishing ritual. I woke before dawn, stomach twisting violently, barely making it to the bathroom before my body rebelled. Kathryn found me there more than once, her hand gentle on my back, murmuring soft words of comfort. I told her it was stress — the unresolved appeals, the severed contracts with Valez Urban Development, the quiet war still simmering beneath everything. She accepted it because she wanted to believe we were finally building something peaceful. I let her, because admitting the deeper truth felt too dangerous. I still couldn’t confirm if Alessa was pregnant. That uncertainty clawed at me constantly. Every wave of sickness felt like a message from a child who might already exist — demanding I face the mess I had helped create. The curated truths. The protections that had become cages. The way I had chosen control when honesty would have been braver. If there was a baby, th

The Sickness That Was Never Just Mine

(Adrian) The nausea had a memory of its own. It wasn’t random. It wasn’t simple stress. By the second week, I began to understand it as something deeper — a physical echo of everything I had tried to bury. Every morning it pulled me from sleep like a hand around my throat, dragging me to the bathroom where I retched until my ribs ached. The taste of bile lingered for hours, a bitter reminder that my body was rebelling against the lies I had fed it for years. I started keeping a quiet log in my study — times, severity, what I had eaten the night before. Nothing helped. Black coffee made it worse. The herbal tea Kathryn brewed only settled my stomach for an hour before the next wave hit. She watched me with quiet worry, her fingers brushing my forehead as if checking for fever. I told her it was the pressure of the remaining board disputes and the quiet financial bleed from the severed Valez contracts. She believed me because she loved the version of me that was steady, ambitiou

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