My boyfriend lost his memory ten times and fell in love with nine women. After I broke off the engagement, he said he recovered.

Nolan experienced his tenth memory lapse, which unfortunately coincided with the night before our wedding.

Just as I had done the previous nine times, I climbed to the thirty-third floor, attempting to call back his spirit. To my dismay, I overheard him talking to his friend, Griffin.

It turned out the memory loss was a ruse, and he was planning to bolt from the wedding.

Griffin asked, "Aren't you worried Lydia will be hurt?"

Nolan lazily replied after exhaling smoke, "She won't know." "Even if she finds out, she won't leave me."