All Chapters of UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME: Chapter 331 - Chapter 338

(Adrian) I followed her car like a man who had lost all control. The streets were quiet after 3 a.m., rain still falling in soft sheets, turning the city into streaks of light and shadow. Her taillights glowed ahead of me like a beacon I couldn’t look away from. I kept a safe distance, heart hammering, the taste of her still on my tongue, the feel of her still wrapped around every inch of me from the dark room. Then she slowed down. She pulled over to the side of a quiet street and parked. My breath caught. I stopped a few cars behind, lights off, watching. The driver’s door opened. She stepped out — no mask this time. Just Alessa. Her hair slightly messy, coat open over the dress she had worn in the suite, the curve of her belly visible now in the streetlight. She walked straight toward my car. My hands tightened on the wheel. She didn’t hesitate. She opened the passenger door, then the back door, and climbed into the backseat. Her eyes met mine in the rearview mirror —

(Adrian) Alessa drove her own car to the estate. I followed a short distance behind, watching her taillights through the early morning mist. She had insisted on taking her vehicle after we left the quiet street where we had reunited in the backseat. I didn’t argue. After everything, she needed to feel in control of at least this much. When we arrived, the gates opened without question. Eduardo Valez stood on the front steps, arms crossed, his expression a careful mask of controlled concern. He had aged since the last time I had seen him — more silver in his hair, deeper lines around his eyes. The man who had built an empire with precision now looked at me like I was the collapse he had always feared. Alessa parked her car and stepped out. I pulled up beside her and joined her. She stayed close to my side, her shoulder brushing mine. Eduardo’s gaze moved from her to me, then settled on the subtle curve of her belly. He didn’t speak at first. He simply studied us, the silence

(Adrian) I called the senior partners into the main conference room that afternoon. The nausea had settled into a manageable hum after the morning’s wave, but my hands still trembled slightly as I stood at the head of the long table. The city skyline stretched behind me through the glass walls, the same view that had witnessed so many late nights, so many curated truths, so many times I had chosen empire over everything else. They looked at me with a mix of curiosity and concern. I had been absent more than usual lately, the persistent sickness becoming office legend after the judge’s teasing remark in court. Daniel, my old friend from law school, leaned back in his chair with a raised eyebrow. “You look like you’re about to resign, Reyes. Or announce you’re actually pregnant.” A few chuckles rippled around the table. I let them have the moment. Then I took a slow breath and spoke. “I’m getting married again. To Alessa.” The room went still. “And she’s pregnant,” I c

(Adrian) The estate was alive with lights and cameras. I had invited my colleagues — the senior partners, associates, even a few rivals who had become reluctant friends over the years. The media had been carefully managed but deliberately allowed in. This wasn’t a quiet ceremony hidden from the world. This was our public declaration. The grandest wedding New York had seen in years — not because of extravagance, but because it was real. Because after all the scandals, the divorce, the public accusations, and the silence, we were choosing each other in front of everyone. White flowers lined the long aisle leading to the sunroom overlooking the river. Lights twinkled through the trees like stars brought down to earth. Reporters and photographers stood at a respectful distance, flashes popping as Alessa appeared on her father’s arm. She was breathtaking. Her dress flowed elegantly over her pregnant belly — four months now, the curve proudly visible and celebrated. The fabric c