All Chapters of UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME: Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

( Alessa) I hadn’t left the bed in hours. The nausea had become a constant storm, rolling through me in slow, merciless waves that left me curled on my side, breathing through my mouth, one hand pressed low on my belly as if that could somehow protect the life inside from my own weakness. The room felt too warm, then too cold. Every time I tried to sit up, the world tilted violently. Marcus had brought fresh ginger tea and cool cloths earlier, his worry etched so deeply into his face that I almost told him the truth. Almost. But I stayed silent. I reached for my phone with shaking fingers and dialed the small OB clinic. The nurse who answered remembered me immediately. “Miss Valez, the nausea is still bad?” she asked gently. “Yes,” I whispered. “It’s nonstop. I can barely keep water down. Is there anything… anything safe I can take?” There was a pause. “I’m sorry. Most medications that would help aren’t recommended this early. They could affect the baby. We have to be

(Adrian) I arrived early again. The blackout suite was already waiting, the faint silhouette lights casting soft amber outlines in the shower area. She was there. The moment I stepped inside and the door sealed behind me, the rest of the world disappeared. Only touch. Only darkness. Only us. I knew it was Alessa the second I felt her presence. The subtle shift in her breathing. The way her body leaned toward mine before I even reached her. The faint trace of the perfume she had worn last time. I crossed the space slowly, hands finding her waist first. She was wearing something silky and short again, the fabric cool against my palms. I pulled her close, chest to chest, and felt her nipples harden instantly through the thin material. No words. I kissed her neck, then lower, dropping to my knees like I had before. I pushed the hem of her dress up and slid her panties aside. She was already soaked. I pressed my mouth to her, tasting her slowly, savoring every tremble. When she

( Alessa) I laughed so hard I almost triggered another wave of nausea. I was curled in bed, phone glowing in the dark, rereading Adrian’s latest reply to the dummy account. The way he had lost control over the video I sent — the hunger in his words, the desperation — made something wicked and delighted bloom inside me. His weakness was a girl pleasuring herself. Oh my God, Adrian… all this time, that was your secret? You go crazy when you watch a woman touch herself? I had no idea. Why didn’t you ever catch me before? When I still wanted every inch of you, when I was dripping and aching for you every night, and you were too busy building your empire to come home? He taught me how to touch myself. After that first night in his car — the rainy night I called him gay and he proved, three raw, desperate times, that he was very much a man — he had taken me home and shown me. He had laid me on our bed, spread my legs, and guided my own fingers while he watched, voice low and f

( Kathryn) I sat alone in my office long after the call with Adrian ended, the city lights of New York a distant, indifferent glow beyond the glass. The file on Margaret lay open, but my mind had drifted far from my cousin’s case. It had wandered back to a sterile doctor’s office during my final year of law school — the day my body quietly betrayed the future I had once imagined with Adrian. I had gone in alone after months of irregular cycles, crushing fatigue, and pain that no amount of over-the-counter medicine could touch. The specialist had been kind but unflinching. Severe endometriosis. Extensive scarring on my ovaries and fallopian tubes. “The chances of natural conception are near zero,” she had said. “Even with intervention, it would be difficult, risky, and likely unsuccessful.” I had sat there in the paper gown, hands folded tightly in my lap, and thanked her for her honesty. Then I walked out into the cold spring air and never told a soul. Not even Adrian. We

( Alessa) The video he sent nearly broke me. I was still curled in bed when the notification came. The moment I opened it, heat flooded through me so fast it made my breath catch. Adrian — thick, hard, glistening — pushing into a pillow with those deep, rolling thrusts I knew so well. The way his hips moved, the way he stayed buried and ground slow and possessive, the way every muscle in his back and ass flexed with each stroke. He was showing me exactly how he would take me tomorrow night. I was dripping instantly. The nausea was still there, a low, rolling ache, but the hunger overpowered it. I slipped out of bed quietly, heart racing, and hurried to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I pulled out every toy I had — the thick one closest to his size, the smaller curved one, the vibrating wand. My hands shook with need as I set up the phone on the counter, angled perfectly. I wanted him to lose his mind. I wanted him crazier than he had ever been for me. I start