Tessa’s POV
Two days to the wedding.
I sat in the doctor's office, flanked by a stern-faced police officer, my mind racing with questions. The doctor's words still lingered in my mind - "Alfred's memories are crucial" - I had given Robert total control over our wedding.
"Derek," the police officer said, his voice firm, "has been a fugitive for years. He escaped prison and has been on the run ever since, always staying one step ahead of us."
My heart raced as I processed this information. Could this be the same Derek I knew?I felt a chill run down my spine as I realized I might have been blind to Alfred’s real nature.
"What do you know about his past from the investigations you made?" I asked the officer, my voice firm, trying to hide my growing unease.
The officer hesitated before
