The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 20

~ATTICUS~

I’ve never been this angry with Anya before. I’ve never known her to be like this. She’s had her stubbornness in the past, but I always thought she was better than this. Why would she hit Autumn? How was Autumn to blame for any of this? And to do this on her engagement night of all nights was something I would never expect from her. I knew that she was having a hard time coming to terms with this marriage, but that didn’t give her the right to mistreat Autumn, who has been nothing but good to her. Everything felt like it was changing all too quickly. Things shouldn’t be like this between Autumn and Anya.

I walk out into the ballroom and search the crowds like a hawk. She had some serious explaining to do. I wouldn’t rest until I found her and heard what she had to say.

When I do spot her, she’s surrounded by my brothers. I knew that I had to choose my words wisely around them. Whether Anya was wrong or not, my brothers always took her side. I was the same way in the past, but this time I couldn’t defend her. She was wrong for what she’d done.

I push through the crowd, ignoring the girls screaming my name to try and get my attention. I’d gotten accustomed to all the attention by now. Half of the girls here didn’t come to see me get engaged; they came specifically to see me.

Anya’s eyes are wide when she sees me coming her way. Damon tensed when he spotted me. He can sense the anger, no doubt. His first instinct would be to protect Anya. I remember when that used to be my first instinct as well. It feels weird approaching her for something other than affection.

Dante holds up his hand and warns me not to step any closer. Just like I expected, they’re ready to throw fists for her.

I ask, my

few seconds pass before she gives a

that?” She demands. “Is she all that you care about now? I’m sure she told you her side of the story, but what about mine? She wasn’t exactly nice to me either, Atticus. I

she joins us. “Maybe we should

listen to Clarissa, but I was too angry to act logically. I knew I would regret it when I calmed down, but I would deal with the consequences after I got the answers I was looking

when do you behave this way?” I hiss. “What you did to her is not okay, Anya; it was very wrong and so unlike you. You should apologize to Autumn, and you

been right. You are changing, and it’s not a good look for you. And why should

always wrong in my eyes,” I growl. “Your actions recently are so out of character. First, you hit Autumn on her engagement night, and then you try to kiss me. And now I have to wonder if you were the

betrayal on her face. Dead silence follows as she tries to recover

was. Maybe I shouldn’t have accused her

tear leaves her eyes, I feel a

questioned my character. I feel like I don’t even know you anymore. Is this how you treat the woman that has loved you for so many years? And so what if I

“Anya—,”

one that hit your fiancée first. She started it. Maybe she conveniently left that part out,

that I notice the red bruise on her arm. Was this true? Did Autumn hit her first? Was Anya only defending herself all this time? Had she been the

known Autumn; we’ve shared so many