All Chapters of UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME: Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

(Adrian) The nausea had become a scalpel. It cut deepest in the quiet hours before dawn, when the penthouse was silent except for the rain and my own ragged breathing. I was on the bathroom floor again, forehead pressed to the marble, body heaving long after there was anything left to bring up. The sickness wasn’t just punishing me anymore. It was forcing me to remember every single time I had taken a scalpel to the truth and called it love. I closed my eyes and the hospital room from three years ago materialized around me, sharper than any photograph I had ever hidden. The private OB ward. The too-bright lights. Alessa pale against the white sheets, her hand limp in mine while the doctor spoke in careful, measured sentences. “No heartbeat. We’re very sorry.” The ultrasound screen had shown only stillness where there should have been a flicker. I had stood there, lawyer instincts already calculating risk, already deciding what version of this moment Alessa was allowed to car

(Alessa) I tried a warm bath to make myself feel human again. The nausea had been relentless all morning, a slow, twisting ache that made even sitting up feel impossible. Marcus had helped me to the bathroom, running the water until steam filled the air, then left me with a gentle kiss on my forehead and the promise he’d be right outside if I needed him. I sank into the tub slowly, the warm water lapping over my skin, trying to soothe the constant rebellion in my body. For a few blessed minutes, it worked. The heat eased the tension in my muscles, the steam softened the edges of the room, and I could almost pretend I was just tired, not carrying a secret that grew heavier every day. Then the memory came. It slipped in like the steam itself — warm, enveloping, impossible to push away. Adrian and me in our penthouse shower, months before everything shattered. The water had been hotter than this, cascading over us in thick streams. He had pressed me against the cool tile, his b

(Alessa) The nausea hit again the moment I read his reply. I was still in the tub, water cooling around me, when the phone buzzed. My hand shook as I opened the message. Korean characters first, then the English that made my breath catch: 언제든 준비됐어. 나 지금 아주 단단해. 너를 만지고 싶어. Whenever you’re ready. I’m very much ready and hard as a rock. I want to touch you. I laughed — a soft, broken sound that turned into something almost hysterical. The nausea twisted harder, but beneath it flared a heat so sharp it made me dizzy. He was hard. For me. Or for whoever he thought this dummy account was. The jealousy and longing tangled together until I couldn’t tell which was making me wetter. I couldn’t stop myself. Still dripping from the bath and from the ache between my legs, I wrapped a towel around myself and moved carefully back to the bed. My body felt heavy, pregnant, exhausted — but the hunger was louder than everything. I lay down, hand sliding between my thighs, fingers circlin

(Adrian) I arrived at 9:50 p.m. The estate was discreet, tucked just outside the city lights, exactly as the message described. A masked attendant met me at a side entrance and led me through silent corridors without a word. No names. No questions. Only touch was allowed tonight. The rules had been clear. The blackout suite was perfect darkness when the door closed behind me. Only faint silhouette lighting in the shower area — soft amber glow that revealed outlines but nothing recognizable. I wore the simple black mask provided. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. The nausea had followed me here, a low, constant churn, but the anticipation was stronger. I sensed her before I saw her silhouette. She was already there, standing near the shower, wrapped in a silk robe that the dim light turned into liquid shadow. The shape of her — the curve of her waist, the way she held herself — hit me like a fist. It was Alessa. I knew it in my bones the second I stepp

( Alessa) I lay in the back of the private car on the way home, still trembling, thighs slick, body aching in the most delicious and devastating way. The dark suite had been perfect. Total blackout except for those faint silhouette lights in the shower. No faces. No names. Only touch. And Adrian had touched me like a man starved. He had fucked me raw again and again — deep, grinding, staying buried inside me for long, possessive minutes while his hips rolled in those slow circles that always made me lose my mind. I had come so many times I lost count. He had filled me over and over until I felt marked from the inside out. And he hadn’t recognized me. Or at least… he had pretended not to. The confusion sat heavier than the nausea that was already creeping back. I pressed my hand to my belly, feeling the subtle changes that no one else could see yet. Our child. His child. And the father of that child had just spent hours inside me without saying a single word, without giving