All Chapters of UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Victor’s last words linger in the observation room. Adrian Reyes would burn the entire world before letting anyone take his wife. No one speaks. Not the detectives. Not Marcus. Not even me. Because for a moment, all I can do is look at Adrian. He hasn’t moved since Victor said it. His arms are still crossed. His posture rigid. His expression calm. But I feel something different now. Not anger. Not fear. Something deeper. Marcus breaks the silence first. “Well,” he mutters, “that’s both romantic and slightly terrifying.” Adrian exhales slowly. Then he finally steps away from the observation glass. Inside the interrogation room, the detectives gather their files, signaling the end of the questioning. Victor leans back in his chair, looking exhausted. For the first time tonight, he doesn’t glance toward me again. His eyes remain fixed on the table. Marcus stretches his arms. “So. That concludes the villain confession portion of our evening.” Adrian turns toward the door. “W

The hallway falls silent. “You threatening Victor Salazar.” The detective’s words echo in my ears like a verdict. Marcus straightens immediately, his usual sarcasm edged with curiosity. “…okay,” he says slowly, “now I really want to see that video.” Adrian’s eyes narrow slightly. “Play it.” The detective nods and taps the tablet screen. The small display lights up. A dim conference room appears, grainy but clear enough. The timestamp in the corner reads: March 14 — 11:42 PM. My breath catches. “That’s the night of the crash.” Marcus leans closer. “Let’s see what Past Alessa was doing.” The video stabilizes. A table. Two chairs. Victor Salazar sitting on one side. Then the door opens. And I walk into the room. My chest tightens. Seeing myself like this feels strange. Familiar. But distant. Marcus whistles softly. “You look extremely angry.” He’s not wrong. In the recording, my expression is cold. Focused. Controlled. Victor smirks slightly in the video. “You came.” My

The detective’s words settle heavily in the hallway. This is the moment the crash was arranged. Marcus slowly straightens, his usual sarcasm edged with unease. “…well,” he mutters, “this might be the most important video evidence in corporate crime history.” Adrian doesn’t respond. His eyes remain fixed on the tablet in the detective’s hands. “Play it,” he says calmly. The detective nods. The video continues. The conference room appears again on the screen. Margaret Lawson stands near the table. Victor Salazar leans against the wall beside her. And my past self stands directly across from them. The tension between the three of us is sharp, suffocating. Marcus leans closer. “Okay, everyone. Let’s watch the villain planning session.” In the video, Margaret glances toward Victor. “You should leave.” Victor raises an eyebrow. “You just invited me to stay.” Margaret smiles faintly. “And now I’m asking you to go.” Victor studies her carefully. “You don’t trust me.” Margaret’s an

The detective’s finger hovers over the tablet. The hallway outside the interrogation room is so quiet I can hear the faint hum of the ceiling lights. Marcus exhales slowly beside me. “…someone unexpected?” The detective nods. “Yes.” Adrian’s voice is calm, steady. “Play it.” The video resumes. The conference room flickers back onto the screen. Margaret Lawson stands across from my past self, her composure sharp as glass. Victor Salazar leans casually against the table, watching the two of us like the entire confrontation is entertainment. The tension between them is already breaking. Victor has said too much. Margaret knows it. And he knows she knows. Marcus mutters quietly. “This is where things get ugly.” In the video, Margaret turns toward Victor. “You’re finished here.” Victor smiles. “Oh?” Margaret’s eyes are cold. “You’ve outlived your usefulness.” Victor laughs softly. “That’s rich coming from you.” My past self watches both of them carefully now. The room feels u

The hallway outside the interrogation room grows quiet again. Adrian’s words hang in the air. Margaret didn’t just want revenge. She wanted control. Marcus slowly exhales. “…over Alessa.” The detective studies Adrian carefully. “That’s a serious claim.” Adrian’s voice remains calm. “It’s the only explanation that fits the evidence.” My chest tightens. “What do you mean?” Adrian gestures toward the evidence folder. “Margaret didn’t just manipulate corporate records. Or seduce executives. Or fabricate financial trails.” Marcus nods slowly. “She studied you.” The detective flips through the recovered files. “Yes.” He pulls out a thin black notebook sealed in an evidence bag. My stomach twists. “What is it?” The detective holds the notebook carefully. “Her personal journal.” Marcus mutters quietly. “Oh no.” The detective opens to one of the pages. “There are dozens of entries about Adrian Reyes.” Marcus sighs. “That part isn’t surprising.” But the detective turns to anothe