All Chapters of UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The gun doesn’t shake. That’s the first thing I notice. Margaret Lawson stands at the stairwell entrance, rain sliding down the shoulders of her dark coat, her hair damp against her face. But the gun in her hand is perfectly steady. And it’s aimed directly at Adrian. My breath catches. “Margaret?” Her eyes flick to me briefly. Not with guilt. Not even with hesitation. Just calculation. “Hello, Alessa.” Behind me, the security team shifts, weapons rising. “Drop the weapon!” one of them shouts. Margaret doesn’t move. “Don’t,” she says calmly. Her finger tightens slightly on the trigger. “If any of you fire, he dies first.” Adrian doesn’t react. He simply watches her. Quiet. Focused. “You shouldn’t have come here,” he says. Margaret smiles faintly. “I could say the same to you.” Marcus mutters under his breath. “Oh, this just keeps getting better.” My father watches the scene with surprising interest. Like he’s observing a chess match. “Margaret,” I say slowly,

The rain hasn’t stopped. It pours across the rooftop like the city itself is trying to wash away everything that just happened. Margaret Lawson kneels on the concrete, restrained by security, but she still looks composed. Too composed. Like a woman who has been waiting a long time to say what she just said. “You still think the crash was an accident.” The words echo in my head. My pulse pounds harder. “What do you mean?” Marcus demands. Margaret glances at him. “You’re smart, Marcus. Try connecting the dots.” Marcus runs a hand through his soaked hair. “You funded both sides of the corporate war.” “Yes.” “You manipulated the board.” “Yes.” “You tried to kill Adrian tonight.” “That part was more improvisational.” Marcus gestures toward me. “And the crash?” Margaret’s gaze slides slowly toward me. “That wasn’t my plan.” The air seems to freeze. Adrian steps closer. “Then explain it.” Margaret studies him carefully. “You really never told her?” Adrian’s voice is flat.

The rain continues to hammer the rooftop. But the storm inside my head is louder. Margaret’s version of the crash hangs in the air like a shadow none of us can ignore. You called your father. You asked him to stop Adrian. For a moment, it almost sounds believable. Almost. Marcus is the first to speak. “No.” The single word cuts through the silence. Margaret turns to him. “You disagree?” “I know you’re twisting the narrative.” Her eyebrow lifts slightly. “Oh?” Marcus gestures toward the rooftop. “Everyone here needs to slow down before this turns into exactly what you want.” Adrian’s eyes narrow slightly. “Explain.” Marcus exhales slowly, rain dripping from his hair. “Margaret just gave us a version of the crash.” “Yes,” Adrian says. “But not the truth.” Margaret rolls her eyes. “Of course the spy has opinions.” Marcus ignores her. “This is important,” he says, looking directly at me. “Because if we let her control the story, we’ll lose track of what actually happened.

“Ask him.” Margaret’s voice is calm. Too calm. All eyes turn toward my father. Eduardo Valez stands exactly where he has been since this conversation started—unmoved, composed, rain sliding down the shoulders of his coat. For a long moment, no one speaks. Marcus breaks first. “You’re saying Valez sent the SUV?” Margaret shrugs slightly despite the guards holding her. “I’m saying I didn’t.” Marcus exhales slowly. “That’s not the same thing.” Adrian’s gaze sharpens. “No,” he says quietly. “But it narrows the field.” My pulse pounds in my ears as I turn toward my father. “Did you?” The question leaves my mouth before I can stop it. For the first time tonight, Eduardo Valez hesitates. It’s subtle. Barely visible. But I see it. And so does Adrian. Marcus mutters under his breath. “Well, that’s not comforting.” My father exhales slowly. “I didn’t order a crash.” My chest tightens. “That’s not what I asked.” He meets my eyes. “I did not instruct anyone to kill you.” The word

The name echoes in my head. Victor Salazar. For a moment, the rooftop disappears. Because I remember him. Not clearly. But enough. Tall. Controlled. Always dressed in dark suits. The man who stood at the end of the boardroom table after the crash, speaking calmly about corporate stability. Marcus breaks the silence first. “You’re telling me Victor Salazar ordered the hit?” Margaret shrugs slightly. “I’m telling you he had the most to gain.” Adrian’s expression is colder than I’ve ever seen it. “That’s not proof.” “No,” Margaret agrees. “But it’s a pattern.” The rain keeps falling around us. Marcus rubs the back of his neck. “Let’s rewind.” He points toward Margaret. “You’re saying Salazar wanted Adrian dead.” “Yes.” “And when the crash erased Alessa’s memory…” “He adjusted the plan.” Marcus exhales slowly. “Jesus.” My chest tightens. “What plan?” Margaret gestures toward the city skyline. “Reyes Holdings without Adrian Reyes.” Adrian says nothing. But I feel the tens