All Chapters of UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Victor Salazar’s breathing is ragged. Each inhale sounds like it scrapes against broken glass. The workers stand around him nervously, unsure whether to help or stay back. The floodlights cast long shadows across the concrete, making the entire pier look like a stage for something none of us were prepared to see. Marcus whispers beside me. “Well… that’s definitely the villain waking up.” Victor coughs again, clutching weakly at his chest. His eyes search the crowd until they land on Adrian. Recognition flashes across his face. Then something darker. Resentment. Hatred. Adrian steps closer to the edge of the pit. “Victor.” The name falls coldly from his mouth. Victor laughs weakly. “You survived.” Marcus mutters under his breath. “Not the reunion anyone wanted.” Victor’s gaze drifts slowly from Adrian—to me. The moment his eyes lock onto mine, something in my chest twists uncomfortably. Not fear. Something worse. Familiarity. The way someone looks at a person they’ve studied f

The pier has gone quiet. The machines still rumble in the distance, but the sound feels muted—like the world itself has stepped back to watch what happens next. Victor Salazar sits against the concrete barrier, breathing unevenly, his eyes locked on me with the same unsettling hunger that has haunted every word tonight. Margaret Lawson stands beside him, poised and calm, her presence radiating control. Marcus crosses his arms, shaking his head slowly. “Well,” he mutters, “this might be the most dysfunctional corporate coup in modern history.” No one laughs. Because Adrian hasn’t moved. He stands a few feet in front of Victor, his expression carved from stone. Victor studies him with tired eyes. “You should be angry,” he says. Adrian’s voice is flat. “I am.” Victor shakes his head weakly. “No. You’re calculating.” Marcus whispers beside me. “That’s… also true.” Adrian steps closer. “You built a conspiracy around obsession.” Victor exhales. “Yes.” “You manipulated rumors ab

The moment my father steps onto the pier, everything shifts. Police officers turn toward him. Workers whisper. Even Margaret Lawson’s expression tightens for the first time tonight. Marcus exhales beside me. “Well. That’s a dramatic entrance.” My father walks slowly toward us, his coat moving with the cold wind coming off the river. His face is calm, but his eyes are locked on Margaret. “You’ve caused enough damage,” he says. Margaret’s voice remains cool. “You’re just in time, Eduardo.” Adrian doesn’t move, but I feel the tension in his shoulders. The police begin surrounding the area now, speaking to workers and paramedics as Victor Salazar is lifted onto a stretcher. Marcus murmurs under his breath. “This is officially the part where lawyers start billing by the hour.” My pulse pounds. Margaret turns back toward the arriving officers. “Good evening, Detective,” she says smoothly. The lead investigator approaches, glancing briefly at the scene—the container, the car, V

The police station smells like cold coffee and disinfectant. Marcus sits beside me in the hallway, leaning back in the stiff metal chair like he owns the building. Which, knowing Marcus, might not be far from the truth. “Well,” he mutters, glancing toward the closed interrogation room door, “this is definitely not how I expected tonight to end.” I stare at the floor tiles. Inside that room—Victor Salazar is being questioned. Adrian stands near the glass observation window, his arms folded across his chest, watching everything. The fluorescent lights above us hum softly. My pulse hasn’t slowed since we left the pier. Marcus notices my silence. “You okay?” “I don’t know.” “That’s a fair answer.” I glance toward the glass. Victor sits on the other side of the table, looking exhausted but strangely calm. A detective slides a folder toward him. “We recovered files from your laptop.” Victor doesn’t react. The detective opens the folder. Photographs spill across the table. My br

No one speaks for a long moment. Victor Salazar’s last words still echo through the speakers in the observation room. Margaret Lawson never planned for Adrian Reyes to fall in love with his wife again. Marcus exhales slowly beside me. “Well. That’s… disturbingly romantic.” Adrian doesn’t react. His eyes remain fixed on Victor through the glass, his posture rigid, his silence sharper than any words. Inside the interrogation room, one of the detectives closes the folder on the table. “Let’s go back,” he says calmly. Victor looks up. “You claim Margaret Lawson had a personal history with Adrian Reyes.” “Yes.” The detective flips open a new document. “Law school.” Victor nods. “Top of the class.” Marcus mutters under his breath. “That tracks.” The detective continues. “Reyes and Lawson competed for the same clerkship positions.” Victor smiles faintly. “And Adrian won.” The detective writes something down. “Repeatedly.” Victor shrugs. “Margaret didn’t lose gracefully.” Mar