All Chapters of UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“She’s coming here.”The words hang in the air like a storm waiting to break.For a moment, neither Margaret nor I speak. Because the implication is too strange. Too dangerous.“She’s running from federal investigators,” Margaret says carefully. “Why would she come to Reyes Tower?”Adrian’s eyes remain fixed on his phone. “Because she knows we’ve connected the dots.”My stomach tightens. “And that makes her come here?”“Yes.”“That sounds insane.”“Not if she believes this is her last opportunity.”“To do what?” I whisper.Adrian doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looks toward the glass walls of the boardroom. The city stretches beneath us. Rain beginning to fall over Manhattan. Somewhere down there—a woman who watched me forget my life for three years is on her way here.Margaret closes her laptop. “If she’s really coming, security needs to lock down the building.”“They already are,” Adrian replies.“How?”“I called them ten minutes ago.”Margaret raises an eyebrow. “You expect

The words fall into the lobby like shattered glass.“Your father paid for it.”For a moment, I’m certain I misheard her. Because the alternative—the truth—is impossible.“You’re lying,” I say immediately.Dr. Monteverde doesn’t react. She simply studies my face the way she used to in the hospital. Like I’m a case file. A variable. A patient she already understands better than I understand myself.“I wish I were,” she says quietly.Adrian’s voice cuts through the air. “Careful, Doctor.” The calm in his tone is far more dangerous than anger. “Accusing Eduardo Valez of attempted murder is not a casual claim.”“I’m aware,” she replies.Margaret steps closer behind us. “Then you’ll provide evidence,” she says sharply.Dr. Monteverde finally looks away from me. Her gaze settles on Adrian. “Three years ago,” she says slowly, “Reyes Holdings was negotiating the Aldrin infrastructure merger.”Adrian doesn’t respond. But the tension in his shoulders tightens.“That merger,” she continues, “woul

“You weren’t supposed to survive the crash either.”The words sink into the lobby like poison.For a moment, no one moves.The security guards remain frozen near the doors. Margaret stands in the center of the marble floor, her shoulders straight, her expression no longer apologetic. Whatever mask she used to wear for Adrian—it’s gone now.Adrian’s voice is dangerously quiet. “Explain.”Margaret exhales slowly, as if she has finally decided something.“Three years ago, Reyes Holdings was about to become untouchable.”“You negotiated that merger,” Adrian says.“Yes.”“With Aldrin.”“Yes.”“And Valez Urban Development was about to lose half the city contracts tied to it.”Her eyes flicker. “That’s correct.”“So you sold me out.”“No,” she says calmly. “I sold the outcome.”The distinction makes my stomach twist.Adrian folds his arms. “To Valez.”“Yes.”“And Marcus.”Margaret’s lips curve slightly. “He was useful.”My chest tightens. “You worked with him.”“Yes.”The bluntness is almost

The elevator climbs too slowly. Thirty floors. Each number lighting up on the panel feels like a second being carved away from our lives. No one speaks. Adrian stands in front of the doors, shoulders rigid, his reflection staring back at him from the polished steel. Marcus leans against the wall, jaw tight. I can feel the tension vibrating through the small space. “How much time?” Adrian asks without turning. Marcus checks his watch. “Eight minutes.” My stomach twists. “That’s not enough time to search three floors.” Marcus exhales. “We don’t need to search everything.” Adrian finally turns toward him. “Then where do we start?” “The structural core.” The elevator hums as it climbs higher. “The device would have to be attached to a load-bearing column,” Marcus continues. “If the blast is meant to collapse the executive levels, that’s where it would go.” Adrian nods once. “That narrows it.” “Not by much,” Marcus mutters. Floor numbers continue blinking upward. 22. 23.

The sound of clapping echoes across the rooftop. Slow. Measured. Almost polite. My heart pounds so loudly I can barely hear the rain anymore. Eduardo Valez steps forward from the shadows. My father looks exactly the same as he always has. Immaculate suit. Perfect posture. Silver hair untouched by the storm. Like the rain itself refuses to touch him. “Well,” he says calmly, “that was impressive.” Adrian doesn’t move. Marcus straightens beside the disabled bomb. I stand frozen between them. “Hello, Alessa.” My father’s voice is warm. Familiar. The same voice that used to read me bedtime stories. The same voice that walked me down the aisle three years ago. My chest tightens painfully. “You tried to kill us.” He tilts his head slightly. “Technically, I tried to correct a mistake.” Marcus scoffs. “You call two bombs a correction?” Eduardo glances at him. “You were always dramatic, Marcus.” “Funny,” Marcus replies coldly. “That’s exactly what you said when y