The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 22

~AUTUMN~

I wasn’t sure that I was doing the right thing. Can I genuinely marry Atticus when everything Anya had said to me was true? We can never be happy if he didn’t love me. We can never have a successful married life if he was still in love with Anya. But my stupid heart didn’t care about that. All it wanted was a chance to be loved by Atticus. And it didn’t mind the pain of being married to him while he was in love with someone else as long as it meant it could spend time with him.

What was I doing to myself? Was it truly worth the pain?

I lean against the door and drop myself onto the ground. I know I shouldn’t be doing this in my wedding dress, but these past few days have been overwhelmingly hard. But I was responsible for all of it. I could have easily told Atticus I didn’t want to marry him to protect my heart, but I chose to do the complete opposite.

“Why did it have to be you, Atticus?” I cry. “Why did it have to be you?”

Why did I have to love him out of every other available man on earth? I couldn’t recall how often I’ve drowned myself in guilt for loving Atticus while he was dating Anya. I felt like something was wrong with me. And I had good reason to think that way. How could I have fallen for my best friend’s mate? And it was pretty clear that I didn’t hide it well enough if Anya had known about it all along.

I had to regain control over my emotions. I couldn’t let it rule me, especially not today.

I slowly lifted my head, and it was only then that I saw something that made my entire body go completely still. I was frozen. This whole time, we weren’t alone in the room. Two women were hiding inside here, and I wonder if they were responsible for the video posted on my engagement night.

Did they also get everything on tape that happened between Atticus and me a few minutes ago? That was not good. It would ruin everything. I couldn’t let them ruin this wedding.

“Please don’t scream!” One of the girls exclaims.

spa and wanted a better look at it. Then Atticus and Anya barged in, and we didn’t know what to do, so we hid since we weren’t supposed to

managed to calm the pounding in my chest. I didn’t think that they were lying. There also weren’t any signs of

see me like this before the wedding.” I

They would have also seen and heard the entire conversation between Atticus and Anya. Should I ask them what they spoke about? A part of me knew that I should just let it go even though the

know these

the both of us. We aren’t exactly giving off the best first impression either.

to meet you, Gabriella. I assume you know I’m Autumn by

don’t have a name to give you; that’s a long story on its own. But it’s a pleasure

have a name to give me. That seemed a little strange, but

isn’t going to be a wedding if the bride is missing.” I explain. I knew they would

understand. We will be cheering for you in the

for me; it’s possible she even panicked and thought that I’d run off before the wedding could begin. How epic would that have been if I’d done that? If the groom was any other man, then I may have done just that. Since it was Atticus, I was

me. “I had everyone looking everywhere

mother.” I apologize. “Something came up, but I’m here

whispers suddenly as she pulls me in for a hug. “I know you may partly hate us for forcing this marriage onto you. I hope you know that I love you

too, mom,” I tell her. “I’m

of us.” She teases me. “Now, let’s get you ready. The crowd is growing restless, and

before he links our arms together. This was it. The music that signaled my entrance was

are a few gasps of awe as I step into the spotlight. All eyes were on me, I felt nervous under all of the stares, but all that changed when I looked down the aisle and saw

be wrong, but it felt like it was dark with desire. I had to be incorrect. Atticus would never look at

to Atticus, and the moment his hand closes over mine, I know; I just know that I’m making the right decision by marrying him. There is no other man worthy of marrying me. No