Noah's POV

It was done.

A sigh left my lips and I fell back on my chair, swiveling it around.

I was getting married to Layla publicly. I had postponed it for way too long already.

Layla had been patient. Despite the fact that I didn't remember her, she stayed by me. She never got mad that I saw her as a stranger, that the love which we had once shared had disappeared.

"This is the right thing," I mumbled to myself, exhaling deeply.

It was the right thing to do.

Yes, I still wanted to regain my memories, the headaches were getting more frequent now, and so were the...