DELILAH

I bite my nails and pace the room, waiting for news of Beau's rescue. Harvey came an hour ago and told me they were able to figure out where the gang was holding him, and that they were going to get him back. I have barely eaten or slept since I found out Beau had been taken. I can't even think straight. The thought of losing Beau and how much that will destroy me is all I can think about.

The Williamses didn't report Beau missing to the authorities. They feared the gang would have harmed him more in retaliation if they did. Instead, Edward hired a mercenary group to find him. But I also suspect Edward didn't want to get the cops involved, so the gang members wouldn't tell them about the kidnapping he had hired them for. I disagreed with their decision to not to go to the cops, but I honestly don't care as long as they find Beau. Someone bursts into the room, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look at Tamara, wondering why the hell she came in like that.

"They found him!" Tamara blurts out.

Tears fill my eyes as I release a breath of relief. "Thank you, God!" I say, closing my eyes.

"Harvey's arranged for a car to drive us to the hospital," Tamara says, picking up our purses from the bed.

"Let's go," I say without hesitation, walking to the door with Tamara following close behind.

We arrive at the hospital in record time. I bolt out of the car once it's parked and run inside toward Beau's room. Thankfully, Harvey texted Tamara the room number on the way, so we could go straight to him. My heart is beating so fast I'm afraid I might pass out. They might have rescued him, but I still worry about the state he could be in. Fresh tears well up as images of what they could have done to him swim in my head. I shake them away, praying it's not as bad as I'm imagining.

I stop once I get to Beau's room and try to catch my breath. I'm scared to see him. He must have suffered greatly, but I'm praying they didn't do any permanent damage. I blow out my cheeks and blink my tears away before turning the doorknob. But just as I'm pushing the door open, someone places their hand over mine and pulls it closed.

I turn around. "What the hell—" I'm cut off by a slap to the face. My cheek burns for the second time today. I look with bloodshot eyes at my attacker. This insolent woman. My hands pull into tight fists and I force them to my side. I don't want to hit her, but she is really pushing my buttons.

"How dare you show yourself here! Do you want to bring more harm to my son?" Jenny screams.

My body vibrates with fiery rage as I glare at her. All I want is to see the love of my life. It's taking everything in me not to smash her head against the wall. But the second I lay my hands on her, I know it will take everything in me to keep from killing her.

"Move out of my way, Jenny." I take deep breaths to calm myself down. I am dangerously close to beating the crap out of her if she doesn't fucking move.

"Get out! Get out of here!" She continues to scream like a mad woman.

"Move out of my fucking way, Jenny!" I shout back.

Taken aback by my outburst, she stumbles back a step but quickly regains her composure. "Did you just scream at me?" She looks at me with utter disbelief.

Does she think I can't scream at her? Is this woman crazy? "Trust me, that was nothing; if I had screamed, then your ears would be bleeding. Now, fucking move out of the damn way." I could easily push her out of the way, but Jenny would put up a fight, and if I fight this woman—well, then I wouldn't see Beau for a while because I'd probably end up in jail after I was done with her.

She laughs dryly. "It must be because I'm being nice and haven't asked security to kick you out that you have the audacity to bark at me like that. You should be kissing my feet for not having you thrown in jail for what you've done to Beau."

This time it's my turn to laugh. "Are you mad? Are you really blaming me? How could you possibly believe this is my fault?"

"Who else could it be besides you? If he didn't love you, would he be in this situation? Tell me, Lilah, would he?"

"Your hatred for me is what caused this, nothing else, so move out of my way."

"I don't care who caused this. You are not getting anywhere near my son."

"Move out of the way, Jenny. I need to see Beau," I say, my voice taking on a lower tone. I'm starting to get frustrated. I need to make sure he's okay. It's all I want. "Please, I beg of you, let me see Beau." All my anger evaporates, desperation to see the love of my life filling me.

"NO! Get—" Jenny's words are cut short.

My eyes widen because someone who looks exactly like the awful woman in front of me just came up and slapped Jenny. I blink rapidly to ensure they aren't playing some sort of a joke on me.

"Move out of the way, Jennifer," the other Jenny says. She even sounds kind of like her, but the other Jenny's voice has a softer tone.

"Yennefer," Jenny says, holding her red cheek as she glares at the woman. "Why did you slap me?" she asks, through gritted teeth.

I mentally face-palm myself. I can't believe I didn't put two and two together. Of course, the woman who looks like Jenny would be Yennefer. They are twins, after all.

"Did you really just ask me that stupid question?" Yennefer asks, seething.

"Yes!"

"Because you deserve it, that's why!" Yennefer yells at Jenny, moving closer to her. "And if you're not careful, I will give you another," she warns, her tone deadly and her glare full of anger.

I can't hold back a smile at seeing Jenny finally get what she deserves.

"Who the hell asked you to come here? Didn't you just leave two days ago?"

"If you've forgotten, Beau is my nephew, so I have every damn right to be here. You and father have managed to ruin three lives, and you have the nerve to ask me what I'm doing here. Should I have waited until you targeted my son and his lover in one of your little schemes?"

"We didn't ruin anyone's life," Jenny snaps. "If anything, Lilah is the one who's ruined my son's life."

"Really? You think the poor girl who you traumatized and whose baby you had murdered is the one who ruined your son's life?"

"Yes," Jenny replies, confidently.

Yennefer shakes her head. "I knew you were stupid, but now I believe you are truly insane."

"Did you really just say that to me?" Jenny asks, arching a brow at Yennefer, offense written all over her face.

"Yes, I did. You blame Lilah for what happened to Beau, but you and father are at fault. No one else. The sooner you accept that, then the better it will be for you." Yennefer turns away from her sister and faces me. Jenny huffs and curses under her breath.

"Lilah dear, my name is Yennefer. I'm Beau's aunt." She reaches her hand out for me to shake.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you." I grip her hand and smile, which she returns.

"Come, let's go and see Beau." She walks us into Beau's room, right past a fuming Jenny.

As we step inside, I stop, frozen. Tears fill my eyes and flow down my cheeks as I stare at the bandages on Beau's body. There's a cast on his left leg and right arm. He also has bandages wrapped around his head. His gorgeous body is covered with them. His face, oh my God, his face. Bile rises in my throat as I continue to stare. He has a black eye, and his face is covered in bruises and cuts. My knees weaken, and I fall to the ground. I use my hand to cover my mouth as loud wails threaten to rip out of me. The only thing I have to let me know he's alive is the heart monitor's steady beat.

Yennefer moves to stand in front of me, blocking my view of Beau. "He will be fine, dear, don't worry," she says softly, crouching down to my level.

"He's hurt badly." Tears stream down my face.

"I know, honey, but he'll be fine." She rubs my back and tries to calm me down.

"Could you help me stand? I want to get closer to him."

"Of course." Yennefer helps me stand but doesn't let go as she helps me walk to his bed.

Taking his bruised hand, I hold it like my life depends on it. I use my other shaking hand and touch his injured face, tracing every single cut with my fingers. I imagine the amount of pain he must have felt as each one was given to him.

"I'll leave you two alone," Yennefer says, turning to exit the room.

I nod my head as a way of thanking her before she walks away. Leaning over him, I kiss every cut and bruise on his face. As I kiss his temple, I feel him move under my lips. I draw back, and my eyes widen as I watch Beau flutter his eyes open. Dropping his hand, I step out to let everyone know. We all rush back in and watch as Beau wakes up.

He scans the area around him and looks confused, but I'm sure that's totally normal. It also took me a minute to recognize where I was when I woke up after Beau had saved me.

"Where am I?" He rasps out.

"You're in the hospital; Harvey found you." I sit on the bed and try to take his hand, but he pulls away. I stare at him, confused.

Beau looks around the room nervously before turning back to me. "Who are you?"

"My love, it's me."

"You?" He looks at me expectantly, like he's waiting for me to explain further.

"Delilah...it's Delilah," I say. What is going on?

"Sorry, do I know you?"

"You don't know who I am?" I ask, wide-eyed. He shakes his head. My hand moves to my mouth as it hangs open. "Oh my God..." I breathe out.

"Beau, honey, do you recognize me?" Jenny asks, pushing me out of the way.

He looks at her. "No, I don't. Is Beau my name?"

"Bro, if this is some kind of joke you're playing, you better stop it. It's not funny," Harvey says.

"I'm not playing games," Beau replies, looking around at all of us. "I don't know who any of you are."

"I'm going to get the doctor. Something is wrong," Yennefer says, walking out of the room.

***

My leg taps vigorously as we sit in the doctor's office. Jenny, Harvey, Yennefer, and I are waiting for him while he examines Beau. The scene from moments ago is still replaying in my head. I'm praying the doctor won't say what we're all suspecting. I don't know how I'll bear that kind of news after everything that's happened between Beau and I. It would be too much. There has to be a logical explanation as to why Beau doesn't know who I am—besides the most obvious reason.

My head turns toward the door as it opens. I follow the doctor with my eyes as he walks and takes the seat across from us, releasing a deep sigh. My stomach twists at the confirmation of my suspicion. Beau has lost his memory.

"I know everyone is wondering why Mr. Williams doesn't seem to recognize any of you. That is due to his mind's reaction to the general anesthesia we used while treating him. Unfortunately, Mr. Williams has lost his memory."

"Oh my God, this can't be happening," I whisper. Will our problems ever end?

"How much of his memory did he lose?" Jenny asks.

"Mr. Williams doesn't even know his name, so I would say all of it."

My heart squeezes in my chest. I can't believe this is happening. What does this mean for Beau and me? And why am I even asking myself that question? I just broke up with him a week ago. I shouldn't be worried about the fact that he has forgotten me. If anything, I should be glad...but I can't be. The reason his memory is gone is tied to me, and I can't find any happiness in it.

"Is there anything we can do to help him recover his memory?" I ask.

"Nothing in particular, but I advise you to take it slow with him. His brain has suffered a lot of trauma. I strongly recommend you don't try to force him to remember anything. It might only make things worse if you do."

"Ofcourse, doctor, we won't." Jenny looks at me as she speaks to the doctor.She doesn't seem as worried as I am about Beau losing his memories. If I didn'tknow any better, I would even say she's happy about it.