Phoebe's POV:

The question, "was I ready to leave Damien?" repeated in my head as I walked back to the party.

"Where have you been?" Darcy attacked me the moment I came down the stairs.

"I was in the bathroom, why?"

I had waited ten minutes after Blaine left the closet before making my way back to the party. My decision to trust Blaine again was a hard one, yet I wanted to be with him again. I loved Damien, I really did, but he was no Blaine. Blaine, despite his faults, was the man I wanted and needed to be with. He got me in ways that Damien never was able to. Breaking it to Damien was going to be hard, especially after buying this apartment together and the wedding planning. Last night I had a dream about having a baby and instead of seeing Damien, it was Blaine by my side.

"Are you alright?" Darcy frowned, "You look flushed."

I would have to tell Darcy later, not here, "I'm fine."

"Your mom has been looking all over for you. She wants you and Damien to give a toast."

"I'll go find him," I excused myself.

Darcy, being my best friend, would be able to notice my guilt if I stayed around her too long. She would no doubt be happy that I was going back with Damien, so would my father. Their opinions weren't what mattered, I wanted to be with Blaine because I loved him and always will.

My mother and father were standing with Damien in the living room. I found myself looking for Blaine, but he was nowhere to be found.

"I've been looking for you," Damien kissed my cheek, "Ready to give the speech?"

"We need to talk," I tried to stop Damien from entering the living room with everyone else.

"After the speech," he dragged me, "We've been looking for you for forever."

I wasn't in the mood to give a speech. I needed to tell Damien the truth or else I would back out.

"This can't wait."

Damien looked at me, "Is everything alright?"

"No, that's what I'm trying to tell you!"

My mother made her way over to where we were standing, "Guests are waiting for your toasts, you shouldn't keep them waiting."

"It'll take five minutes," I began to feel sick.

"You're turning green, maybe you should sit down," my mother guided me to the couch.

"You can sit while I give the speech," Damien suggested.

He tapped his champagne flute with his knife to gain everyone's attention. All eyes focused on him, meanwhile I continued to look for Blaine. I didn't want him to think that this changed anything, I was still going to end my engagement.

"I just want to thank you all for being here, it truly means a lot to have our closest friends and family on the same coast for once. This place is finally beginning to feel like home. I have my beautiful fiancé here," Damien paused to hold my hand, "And I can't wait until we fill our home with new memories with all of you."

People began to politely clap and I knew it was my turn to say something. I stood on shaky legs, using Damien's arm as support.

"I, uhm," I cleared my throat, "I wanted to thank you all for being here."

I paused as I watched Blaine leave. This was obviously too much for him to watch, but it would all be over soon. I wanted to stop in the middle of the speech and walk out with him. I silently pleaded with him to turn around and when he finally did, our eye contact reminded me how much I loved him and how badly I wanted to stay.

"I love you," I paused, "All, I love you all for taking the time to celebrate a new chapter in our life. Many of you have been with us since the beginning and I'm glad that all of the people who are the most important to me are here. London just wasn't the same without our family and friends. I missed all of you every day while were gone and if I believe that it was divine intervention that brought us back here. So thank you again for coming and just know that we love you for being here."

When Damien kissed my cheek, I could see Blaine's expression crumble.

"We need to talk," I said to Damien.

He frowned, "About what?"

I could hear glass shatter to the ground and people run to the next room.

"Call 9-1-1!" my father shouted as Mr. Zano fell to the ground.

A small crowd surrounded Mr. Zano as he clutched his chest. Damien fell by his father's side and began compressions.

"Stay with me dad," Damien continued compressions.

I had a flashback to when I received the call that my own father had his heart attack. I don't think that I would have been able to jump into action as well as Damien was doing. His relationship with his father had always been strained, but in that I moment I could tell that Damien was putting all of his effort into saving his father.

It felt like forever before the paramedics came and rushed Mr. Zano to the hospital.

"You should ride with your father, I'll meet you there with everyone else," I told Damien.

Damien kissed my forehead and followed the paramedics into the ambulance.

Damien's POV:

"He's in recovery so you should be able to see him in a couple of hours."

Phoebe squeezed my hand and I was happy to have her by my side.

"Thank you doctor," I shook his hand.

The doctor left to give the rest of us time to grasp the news. My father and I might argue constantly, but he was still my father. I put everything I had into those compressions, I didn't want him to die, I still needed him.

"I can go back to his apartment and pick up some of his things," Phoebe said.

I didn't want her to go anywhere, I needed her by my side, "Please stay."

"Of course," she nodded.

My newest stepmother, Chelsea, stood up from her chair, "I'll go grab his things from the apartment."

He wouldn't even notice if she was by his bedside or not, so I just nodded. A nurse came into the waiting room and led us to my father. From outside his room, I could see all of the wires connected to him. I didn't realize that my grip on Phoebe's hand was digging into her skin until she began to flinch.

"We don't want to overwhelm him so one at a time," the nurse said.

"I'll be out here if you need anything," Phoebe kissed my cheek.

I had made sure that my father had a private room to recover in while he was in surgery. Knowing him, he would make any roommate miserable. I sat beside my father's bed, listening to the heartbeat monitor. His expression the calmest that I had ever seen him. My father's eyes slowly began to open.

"Do you know where you are?" I asked him.

"You need to marry Phoebe before it's too late."

"You just had a heart attack, the last thing that should be on your mind is my love life."

My father sat up, "I left the party to take a phone call and I stepped into the security room. I saw her and Blaine in your closet."

"You're lying," I frowned, "She wouldn't be with him."

"She's going to leave you for Blaine. Now is your chance to prove that you are a better choice for her."

"I don't have to prove anything, I'm her fiancé!"

That brief moment of worrying if my father was going to be a changed man or not vanished.

"You need to listen to me," my father leaned in, "Remember that contingency plan that I made? You need to call the lawyers when you get home to make sure everything is settled."

My father had finally lost it, "Get some rest dad, I'll come by tomorrow."

Phoebe was waiting for me in the waiting room. I watched her from the glass window, considering what my father said. He loved Phoebe, definitely more than he loved me, but why would he make something up like that? Phoebe looked up from her phone to catch me staring and frowned.

"Did something happen with your father?" she met me in the hallway.

"No, he's resting. I told him that we would come back tomorrow to see him."

Phoebe nodded, "Of course. This has been a long day for you, let's go home."

I kept myself distracted with work emails on the drive home. I couldn't even look at Phoebe, let alone sit next to her. If my father was right, I knew what he was telling me to do. If my father was wrong, it would only ruin any chance of a future with Phoebe.

Our driver pulled up to the curb of our apartment, I wasn't ready to go inside and deal with everything.

"I'm going to go to the office."

"Damien, your father just had a heart attack," Phoebe held my hand, "Let's go inside."

"I just really need to be alone right now."

Her expression became even more worried, "Is everything all right?"

I wanted to yell at her, of course nothing was alright.

"Of course," I lied, "I'll be back soon."

"I can go with you to the office."

"Your parents are waiting for you inside. I'll go pick a couple of things up at the office and come back."

She nodded, "Okay."

I wanted to call Phoebe back into the car immediately after she left, but I didn't. Instead, I gave our driver directions to my lawyer's office. My heart was racing, searching for answers to make sense of all of this.

"We're here."

Nodding, I opened the car door, "I'll be a couple of minutes. Don't go anywhere."

Dominic Ramos had been by my side through everything, he was a lawyer and a friend. He was the only one I could trust with creating the plan without fearing that it would be leaked.

"Mr. Zano, I just heard about your father," Dominic stood up from behind his desk, "How is he doing?"

"He'll pull through," I sat down, "But he wants us to initiate the contingency plan."

Dominic's eyebrows rose, "What?"

"I don't know if this is his stroke talking or what, but he's adamant about it."

"Mr. Zano, when you originally asked me to create the plan, I thought it was a joke. You can't be serious; Phoebe would never forgive you."

"My relationship is none of your concern Dominic, I don't pay you for relationship advice, I pay you for legal advice."

He shook his head, "I'll get started tonight."

"Thank you."