The trip to London wasn't easy for Phoenix. His legs were still weak from the coma, so he spent half the trip traveling in a wheelchair, which was bound to attract unwanted press attention. By the time he arrived in London he feared it was too late. There was only one hour left before the wedding, and Phoenix was stuck in customs. Desperate, he paid off the people in front of him to let him cut the line.

He could walk now, but it wasn't easy—not even close. Running was a strain, but Phoenix forced his stiff, aching body forward. When he finally reached the chapel, he broke through the doors like a bat out of hell, screaming, "I OBJECT!"

A thousand eyes turned to look at him, but Phoenix's gaze was locked on the bride and groom. Catherine stood at the altar, her eyes glazed over with an unnatural purple tinge, next to a man Phoenix assumed was Jasper. Catherine's face showed no recognition, no emotion at all.

"Catherine!" Phoenix called out, stumbling down the aisle. "Catherine, it's me!"

Jasper stepped forward, his face twisted with anger. "Who are you? Get out of here!"

But Phoenix ignored him, pushing past to reach Catherine. He cupped her face in his hands, searching her eyes for any sign of the woman he loved. "Catherine, please. It's Phoenix. I'm here."

Without hesitation, he pressed his lips to hers in a desperate kiss. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, like a wave breaking, the purple tinge faded from Catherine's eyes. She gasped, stumbling back, her gaze darting around in confusion before settling on Phoenix.

"Phoenix?" she whispered, her voice filled with disbelief and dawning recognition. "What... what's happening?"

"You were under a spell," Phoenix explained quickly, keeping his arms around her to steady her. "I came as soon as I could. I've been in a coma for months, but I'm here now."

Catherine's eyes filled with tears as memories flooded back. "Oh God, Phoenix. I thought... I thought you'd abandoned me. But you're here. You came for me."

"Always," Phoenix promised, pulling her close.

Jasper, enraged, tried to intervene, but Catherine held up a hand to stop him. "No," she said firmly. "This isn't right. I don't... I don't even know how I got here."

She turned back to Phoenix, her eyes shining with love and relief. "Take me away from here. Please."

Phoenix nodded, scooping Catherine up in his arms despite his weakened state. As they made their way back down the aisle, ignoring the gasps and shouts of the guests, Catherine clung to him tightly.

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Once outside, the storm that had been threatening all day finally broke. Rain poured down, soaking them both, but neither seemed to notice. Phoenix set Catherine down gently, his arms still supporting her.

"We need to talk," Catherine said, her voice trembling. "There's so much... so much I don't understand."

Phoenix nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "I know. Let's go somewhere private."

They made their way to the villa where Catherine had been staying, the rain beating down on them. Phoenix picked Catherine up to carry her across the grass, as her heels were starting to sink.

Once inside, they stood in the hallway, dripping wet and staring at each other. The reality of what had almost happened seemed to crash over Catherine all at once.

"Phoenix," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I almost married him. I don't even remember... How could this happen?"

"It was a spell," Phoenix explained, his voice tight with anger and relief. "I don't know how, but someone put you under a spell. When I kissed you, it broke."

Catherine's eyes widened. "A spell? But that's... that's impossible."

"After everything we've been through, is it really?" Phoenix asked gently.

Catherine shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks. "No, I suppose not. But Phoenix, how are you even here? The last thing I remember clearly is... thinking you had abandoned me. I saw all those pictures, those videos..."

"I was in a coma," Phoenix said, his voice filled with regret. "For five months. I had an accident on my way to meet with Molly. I wanted to get her blessing to be with you. When I woke up, I came straight here."

"Oh, Phoenix," Catherine breathed, her hand reaching up to touch his face. "I had no idea. I thought... I thought you ghosted me. I thought you were ignoring me and hooking up with all these girls. I thought you said all that stuff just to get into my pants."

"Never," Phoenix said firmly. "Everything I said to you was real, Catherine. Everything I felt... everything I still feel."

Catherine's eyes welled up with fresh tears. "I'm so sorry. I should have known... should have trusted what we had."

"You were under a spell," Phoenix reminded her gently. "None of this is your fault."

They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of everything that had happened settling over them. Then, Catherine's eyes widened with a sudden realization.

"Phoenix," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "There's something else... something I need to tell you."

Phoenix felt his heart race, a mix of hope and fear coursing through him. "What is it?"

Catherine took a deep breath, her eyes meeting his. "I think I'm pregnant."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with implication. Phoenix felt as if the world had stopped spinning, everything narrowing down to this moment, this revelation.

"Pregnant?" he repeated, his voice hoarse.

Catherine nodded, tears spilling down her cheeks. "I found out a few weeks ago. I was so confused... I didn't know how to feel. And now, with everything that's happened..."

Phoenix pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her tightly. "It's okay," he murmured into her hair.

As they stood there, holding each other in her suite at the villa, the storm outside seemed to fade away. They had a long road ahead of them, full of explanations and decisions to be made. But for now, they were together, the spell broken, and their love rekindled. Whatever challenges lay ahead, they would face them side by side.