I play with my glass as I watch Hannah rub herself against Beau, who doesn't seem to be enjoying her company very much, but that doesn't matter. He's still marrying her. I'm going to have a drinking problem by the time this wedding is over. The rehearsal dinner is tonight, and it's going horribly for me.

Everyone keeps talking about how they're such a good match for each other. I'm already imagining how awful tomorrow will be. I can't believe I agreed to stay. What the hell was I thinking?

The only reason I decided to come tonight was because I was hoping to get a chance to talk Beau out of getting married, but all I've done is drink.

I finish my fifth glass of wine and call the server over for a refill. My alcohol tolerance has increased recently, and I don't want to think about how much drinking I must have been doing lately for that to happen. After my glass is refilled, I go to take a sip, but someone grabs it from my hand.

"I think you've had enough for tonight," Beau says, holding my wine.

"No, I haven't. Give it back," I say, my words coming out slurred. I try to reach for it, but he moves away and sits in the chair next to mine.

"No, have some water." He hands me a bottle.

"I don't want that." I slap it away.

"Stop behaving like a child and drink the water," Beau scolds, picking up the bottle from the ground and shoving it in my face.

"No! And why are you disturbing me? Don't you have Hannah to entertain you?" I look around for Hannah, but she's nowhere to be seen.

"She's outside taking a call." Beau gets up from his seat.

"Why are you standing up?"

"I'm taking you to your hotel, come on." He grabs my hand and tries to lift me off the chair, but I grind my butt in, making sure I don't move an inch.

"I don't want to go!" I say, stomping my feet. Maybe I am drunk.

"I didn't ask you what you wanted." He tugs my hand harder, pulling me up from the chair. I jolt up and almost fall, but Beau quickly grabs my arm and pulls me into his chest. The warmth from his body fills me as he holds me close. His amazing scent surrounds me, and I melt into him. That smell always calm me down. I close my eyes and bury my nose in his neck.

"You smell amazing," I say, smiling and sniffing.

"Let's go." Beau begins to walk us outside, his arms around me.

It's not until we're heading towards his car that it hits me.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask, pushing him away.

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you suddenly being nice to me?"

"Because I want to."

"Because you want to? Does that sound like a good answer to you, Beau?"

"Yes, it does." He stretches his hand out and tries to grab me, but I move out of his reach. "Come on, let's go."

I don't think drinking like I did was very smart, because now I'm struggling not to fall. Beau notices and saves me for the second time tonight. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me back up. I place my hands on his chest to steady myself. His heartbeat pounds against my palms.

"Do you know that this heart used to beat only for me once?" I don't know where the words come from, but I can't stop them.

"I know." I feel Beau gazing down at me as I stare at his chest.

"I wonder why it doesn't anymore." Lifting my hand, I look into his eyes.

"It still does," Beau whispers, so quiet that I can't be sure what he said.

"What did you say?" I ask, wondering if I heard him correctly. I'm drunk, so I wouldn't be surprised if I just heard what I wished he would say.

"Nothing." Beau quickly removes his hand from around my waist and takes a step back.

"Do you know that I love you?" I blurt out.

"Delilah, you shouldn't be saying things like this."

"I know, I shouldn't, but..." I stop once I remember that I can't help Beau recover his memory. Jenny will hurt my dad if I do. I was so close to telling him everything. Thank God I remembered.

"But what?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at me.

"Nothing, let's go." I begin to walk toward the car, but Beau grabs my hand pulling me back.

"Delilah, all your suffering is going to end soon. I promise."

"I wish your words were true, Beau, but I doubt that will ever happen." I remove his hand from mine and head toward the car.

I sit as far away from Beau as possible and try my best not to let him know I'm crying. This is a nightmare, and I can't wait for tomorrow to be over. Watching Beau marry someone else will be hard, but at least this torture will finally come to an end. Maybe I'll even be able to move on with my life afterward.

***

Beau

I wake up the morning after the rehearsal dinner with the brightest smile on my face. My PI came to see me last night. I had almost given up hope that things would work out. But thank God they did. Everything I've done these past few months is finally going to pay off. Sometimes I thank God for how I almost died at the hands of those thugs. It wouldn't have been as easy for me to execute my plan if I hadn't almost lost my life.

Once I'm done getting ready for the day, I pick up my phone and text Grandfather and Mother to meet me in the study before going down for breakfast. I can't wait to see the looks on their faces after they see what I'm going to show them.

"Good morning, everyone," I say, walking into my grandfather's study.

"Morning, dear." Mother kisses me on the cheeks before sitting beside Grandfather.

"Good morning, son; why did you want to meet with us?" asks.

"If you would be kind enough to open the email you just received, you will understand why." They do as I ask and check their phones.

"What is the meaning of this?" Grandfather asks, jumping out of his seat. His anger doesn't surprise me.

"I have gathered enough evidence to have you both arrested for the kidnappings of Delilah and Tamara, so you will listen to my demands, or else the DA's office will receive the same email."

"You can't do that to us. We'd go to prison!" Mother yells.

"I know, and if you don't agree with what I'm about to say, then you should prepare yourself for that."

Grandfather speaks up. "What do you want us to agree to?"

"I want you and Mom to allow Delilah and I to be together."

"Why would you want to be with a gold digger?" Grandfather questions, and I laugh. I can't believe they really think I don't have my memories.

"Because I know she isn't one," I answer simply.

"Did she tell you that? Anything she says is a lie," Mother states.

"No, Mother, she didn't tell me anything. But I know the truth. I never lost my memory."

"Oh my God! I can't believe it," she exclaims.

"So, this was your plan all along?" Grandfather says. "Deceive us into thinking you lost your memory while you obtained incriminating evidence against your mother and me?"

"Yes, Grandfather."

"I don't understand. Why did you pretend to lose your memory?" Mother asks.

"I did it because it was the only way to keep Delilah safe. I knew that even if I decided to leave her, it would only be a matter of time before I tried to be with her again and put her at risk from being hurt by you and Grandfather once more. Our seven years apart has proven that I will always want her. So, when I heard you blame Delilah for something you and Grandfather had done, I realized the only way to keep her safe while I figured out a way for us to be together was to pretend I lost my memory. I knew she would be safe from yours and Grandfather's wrath if I had no memory of her. You wouldn't have considered her a threat if I couldn't even remember her name."

"I can't believe you did all of that for a woman who isn't worthy of you," Mother sneered.

"I'm the one who isn't worthy of her," I say with a smile.

"Never!" Grandfather says, slamming his hand onto the desk. "She's unworthy of being your partner."

"Whether you believe her to be worthy or not is none of my business, Grandfather. She's the woman I love, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life with her, whether you like it or not."

"You are a disgrace to this family! You can kiss your inheritance goodbye. If you think I'll allow you to get a single penny while you're with that whore, then you're sorely mistaken."

"I don't care about my inheritance. You're my grandfather, after all. You started from nothing, and so can I."

"Beau, why can't you see that being with her is wrong?" Mother says.

"Wrong? How can being with a woman like Delilah be wrong? She's the most amazing person in this world."

Mother shakes her head. "She is not worthy of you."

"That may be what you believe, Mother, but I don't. I love Delilah, and I'm going to be with her." I walk to the door, but before I leave, I turn back to remind my mother of something.

"Mother, I suggest you call to tell the Clarks the wedding is off since you are the one who arranged it. Goodbye." With that, I leave my grandfather's study and walk outside to my car.

I can't wait to tell Delilah everything and finally be with her. I have waited for this day. Now, we can be together.