All Chapters of UNTIL YOU REMEMBER ME: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The question lingers in the air between us. Why did you keep her so close? Adrian doesn’t answer immediately. For a moment he simply looks at the dark screen of the tablet, where the footage of Margaret Lawson has already disappeared. Marcus exhales beside us. “Yeah,” he mutters. “That’s the million-dollar question.” Adrian finally lifts his gaze. “Because I didn’t know how deep it went.” My chest tightens. “You suspected her.” “Yes.” “But you still trusted her with your company?” “No,” he says calmly. “I watched her.” Marcus straightens slightly. “Oh. That’s… different.” Adrian walks toward the window overlooking the city. Manhattan glows below us like a field of stars. “I noticed small things,” he continues quietly. “Files accessed at unusual hours. Phone calls she didn’t log. Meetings that appeared on my schedule without explanation.” My pulse quickens. “And you didn’t confront her?” Adrian shakes his head. “If she was working alone, confronting her would

The video freezes on the screen. Rain streaks across the dark highway. My car sits in the frame, seconds before the moment that changed everything. Behind it— The black SUV. Marcus is still pointing at the screen. But he doesn’t say the name. Not yet. My pulse pounds harder. “Marcus,” I whisper. “Who is it?” Adrian’s voice is calm, but sharper now. “Answer her.” Marcus slowly lowers his hand. “You might want to sit down.” “I’m already sitting.” “Yeah,” he mutters. “But emotionally you might want a chair.” Adrian’s patience snaps. “Marcus.” Marcus exhales slowly. Then he says the name. “Victor Salazar.” The room goes completely silent. My stomach drops. “No.” Adrian’s eyes narrow slightly as he studies the frame again. Marcus points back at the screen. “Look at the jawline. The hairline. That’s him.” The headlights from my car illuminate the driver’s face for barely a second in the recording— But it’s enough. Enough to recognize the man behind the wheel. Victor Sa

The question hangs in the room like a loaded weapon. What if Margaret Lawson didn’t want money… what if she wanted your company? Marcus exhales slowly. “Well. That would certainly explain the effort.” Adrian doesn’t react immediately. He studies the insurance document again, his eyes moving carefully across every line. Precise. Controlled. The way a lawyer dissects a contract that hides something dangerous. Finally, he speaks. “She didn’t just want Reyes Holdings.” Marcus raises an eyebrow. “Oh?” Adrian taps the screen once. “She wanted control of the board.” My pulse jumps. Marcus leans forward. “Explain.” Adrian enlarges a section of the report. “Look at the clause Margaret added.” Marcus squints. “Emergency executive restructuring… temporary leadership appointment…” His eyes widen slightly. “Oh.” My stomach tightens. “What does that mean?” Adrian’s voice stays calm. “If the CEO of Reyes Holdings dies unexpectedly… the board appoints an interim executive.” Marcus nods s

The room feels suddenly smaller. Too quiet. Too tight. On the tablet, my name still sits at the top of the transaction record. Recipient: Alessandra Valez Date: Two days ago Money transferred from Margaret Lawson’s shell account. Marcus exhales slowly. “Okay… before everyone starts accusing everyone else…” He taps the screen. “…we should probably confirm something.” My heart is still racing. “I didn’t open that account.” Adrian’s voice is calm but firm. “I know.” Marcus nods. “Yeah. That would be a pretty terrible villain twist.” I glare at him. He lifts his hands. “Just saying.” Adrian’s eyes remain on the tablet. “Pull up the bank profile.” Marcus scrolls through the file. “Already ahead of you.” A digital banking summary loads onto the screen. Name. Account number. Transaction history. Marcus squints. “Hmm.” Adrian glances at him. “What?” Marcus leans closer. “This account wasn’t opened recently.” My stomach twists. “How old is it?” Marcus sc

The room goes completely silent. For a moment I think I misread the name. But the screen doesn’t change. Eduardo Valez. My father. Marcus exhales slowly. “Well. That escalated.” I can’t move. My chest feels tight, like the air has been pulled out of the room. “That’s wrong,” I whisper. Marcus doesn’t look convinced. “Corporate registry filings are rarely wrong.” Adrian studies the document again. Carefully. Methodically. Like he’s searching for a mistake that would make this easier to accept. “There’s no error,” he says quietly. My stomach twists. “How long?” Marcus scrolls again. “Ownership transfer… two years ago.” The words feel unreal. Two years. That means my father acquired Margaret Lawson’s company after the crash. After the coma. After everything fell apart. My throat tightens. “Why would he do that?” Marcus answers before Adrian can. “To control the fallout.” I look at him. “What does that mean?” Marcus leans back slightly. “If Margaret disappeared but lef