All Chapters of When In My Dreams, I Met You: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Vince’s eyes snapped open to the sound of his name, his heart pounding in his chest. "Vince!!! Cara!!! Where are you?!!" His mother’s voice echoed through the air, frantic and full of concern. Slowly, his consciousness came back, his mind still clouded from unconsciousness. His body was sore, his mind foggy, but one thing stood clear—he wasn’t alone anymore. His parents were calling out for him.It all came rushing back. Cara. The wild boar. The deep pit. And then... the crushing realization that Cara was still missing. He shot up from the ground, disoriented, and looked around frantically. The voices of his parents reached him, but they were distant, their words muffled in his mind as his own worries overwhelmed him.“Mom, where is Cara?” he gasped, his voice hoarse from the panic rising in his chest. His dad was by his side, helping him up from the pit, his hands rough and strong.“That’s exactly what I was about to ask you,” his mother replied, her tone fraught with fear. “We found

Cara couldn’t deny the truth anymore. She had every right to know it. She remembered everything now—everything her family and friends had kept from her, even Vince, the one person she thought she trusted the most. The reason she ended up in that accident was because of her own childishness and selfishness, but no one should blame her for it. She was so young back then. However, deep down, she knew everything that happened to Vince’s parents was her fault.What pained her more was that Vince never told her the truth. But she realized that he had amnesia about the accident because he hadn’t remembered the past until Will—his cousin had reminded him as far as I know it. Yet, Vince had never said a word to her about what really happened. This was why she had to lie to everyone, to cover up the real cause of the accident. She couldn’t understand why Vince had stayed silent. Did he think she would just forget everything?She couldn’t stop hating herself for being the reason behind everything

Vince’s mind raced as the memories of his past flooded back, like an overwhelming tide. His foster father’s words echoed in his ears: “From now on, I am your dad, and she is your mom. We are your family now. Forget everything bad that happened in your past. Only remember the good memories with your real parents who gave birth to you. It’s the only thing we cannot change for you. You’re only seven years old, but I know you understand what I mean since you’re a smart kid.”At the time, Vince had taken those words to heart, following them blindly, eager to escape the heavy grief that had taken his real parents. His real memories were a constant weight, dragging him deeper into sorrow and guilt, so he buried them, telling himself that starting anew with his adopted family was his only chance at survival. It was easier to pretend the past never existed. But despite the false sense of security his new life gave him, a part of him couldn’t fully let go of the past. There was always that linge

Mrs. Perez sat in a daze, the weight of the truth slowly sinking in. For years, she had held onto the belief that her daughter’s involvement in the tragic accident that took the lives of Vince’s parents was somehow the root cause of the family’s devastating loss. She had convinced herself that Cara’s presence at that moment had caused the chaos and that her responsibility was to protect her daughter from the repercussions. But now, after everything that had unfolded, Mrs. Perez realized the terrible truth—she had been wrong. It wasn’t her daughter’s fault. It wasn’t Cara who had caused the destruction, but Vince’s condition, a bipolar disorder had played a part in the chain of events leading up to the tragedy. She could no longer deny it.Her thoughts drifted back to a conversation she had with Mr. Anderson, Will’s father, years ago. She could still hear the sorrow in his voice as he explained Vince’s diagnosis, the instability that had surrounded Vince’s life, and how it had contribut

She felt a knot tighten in her stomach as she read the message from the man who had recently left her heart feeling hollow. She had believed that Vince had severed their connection the last time they spoke. After all, he had avoided her at every turn, making it feel as if they were nothing more than strangers now. Yet, despite everything, her feet seemed to carry her toward him again, drawn by some force she couldn’t explain. After reading his text, she felt like she was in a trance—perhaps admitting to herself for the first time that she missed him.Her steps grew heavier, her heart racing with a strange mix of excitement and anxiety. She walked toward the hidden room in the farthest section of the library, unaware of how foolish she must have seemed. Every step she took felt like it was leading her to something inevitable. A whirlwind of emotions was surging inside her—confusion, longing, fear, and hope.As she entered the hidden room, she suddenly sensed an unfamiliar tension in th