The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 23

~AUTUMN~

Atticus pushes past me and rushes to get to Anya. I’ve never seen him panic like this before. He’s in a hurry to get to her, and everyone here knows it. He drops to the ground beside her, shouting her name as his brothers had done just a few seconds ago. She doesn’t move, prompting him to move her from the ground. I turn away when he picks her up into his arms and holds her close to his chest. The crowd has gotten loud once more; it’s like a replay of what happened on my engagement night. Only this time, it’s much worse. People already thought they were cheating behind my back; this would only fuel the rumors. It was only going to get worse from now on.

Anya had managed to make both of what was supposed to be my special nights, all about her. I wasn’t sure if today was intentional, however.

They were still mates; it must have shocked her when we kissed in front of her. But it was also possible that she only acted to get Atticus’s attention. After all, she came to my wedding in white, wearing something that could pass for a wedding dress.

I’ve attended multiple weddings in the past, and I’ve never seen anyone do something so petty.

I took a deep breath and faked a smile as guests came forward to congratulate me. I had to remember that Anya and Atticus were connected, no matter how much that bothered me. They will always feel pain when the other is hurt. That was the kind of connection you couldn’t just ignore.

I have to wonder what would happen if I ever found my mate. I couldn’t imagine loving anyone more than I loved Atticus, my husband. It felt weird just thinking about it; I couldn’t imagine having to introduce him as my husband to strangers.

“I’m sorry about her.” Clarissa apologized as she joined my side. “I don’t know why everyone always rushes to her aid when it’s clear she doesn’t deserve their attention.”

“It’s okay,” I assure her. “They are mates, after all. It’s hard to fight their feelings. I don’t want to hold it against either one of them.”

Clarissa sighs, “you’re too nice, Autumn. Too nice. People are going to hurt you if you keep being that way.”

She wasn’t the first person to say this to me. I’ve been this way my entire life; it was hard to imagine myself any other way.

I’m reminded suddenly of the tattoo of Damon’s name I’d seen on her. She didn’t like Anya, and while she must have her reasons, I think her primary reason was because of Damon.

So then, was it true? Had I seen a tattoo of his name on her butt? If that was the case, I felt sorry for her. She wasn’t the only person who liked someone in love with someone else. It just so happened that both men we wanted were involved with the same woman.

“I’m happy Atticus married you.” She confesses. “Anya was making him unhappy, and I don’t think he even realizes it. You are different from her. You can make him happy if he just opened his heart to you.”

Hearing Clarissa say that to me thoroughly warmed my heart. If Atticus didn’t like me, I was at least lucky that most of his family did. They were all kind to me from the beginning. All except Damon and Dante, who barely spoke to me, but I understood why.

Anya must have warned them, or maybe they decided on their own to keep their distance because of her. To them, I would be the reason why she was always sad recently.

“Thank you for welcoming me into your family. I’m also happy that I married into a family like yours. You’re all so kind to me.” I thank her.

Things could have been much worse. My parents could have married me to a family that hated my guts. I had to keep taking a positive look at my life now.

“Your dance with Atticus is up next.” My mom informs me.

We didn’t practice for it, not even once. I hope I didn’t make a fool out of myself. Though from all the things posted about me in the past few days, would that be the worst thing to happen to me? Embarrassing myself while dancing was the least of my problems.

I’m not even sure where Atticus is at this point. All I know is that he’s with Anya. On our wedding day, my husband is too busy taking care of his ex-girlfriend to show up for our dance together. And there was nothing I could do about it.

I’ve imagined what my wedding would be like to Atticus many times in the past. Not once did I picture it to be like this. In my delusional mind, I imagined it to be a small wedding by the beach with only the closest people from our lives attending; we would be deeply in love with a bright future ahead of us. At that time, I didn’t think once there was a chance that we would ever be married in this life; I’d gotten my wish but not in the way I’d always dreamed of it to be.

“Why is Atticus taking so long?” His mother questions. “Sometimes I swear he does things intentionally to give reporters plenty to write about our family.”

It wouldn’t be the Fawns if there weren’t a weekly scandal. There was always something new and exciting happening around them. It just so happened that this time it included me.

“It’s what makes us so popular, mom,” Griffin says as he joins us. “In the meantime, why don’t I get a dance with my beautiful sister-in-law?”

“That will not be necessary,” Atticus says as he finally returns.

“Get her to the dance floor and put a smile on your face.” His father grits out. I can tell that Atticus was going to get an earful tonight.

Atticus takes my hand in his, and his warmth immediately spreads throughout my body.

The lights are suddenly dimmed, and a slow, romantic song begins to play in the background. I’m avoiding looking into Atticus’s eyes; I know I’ll melt the second I do. And I don’t want to do that, not after he left me waiting while he took care of Anya. He didn’t have to rush to her side. His brothers could have taken care of her just as well. So why did he do that on our wedding day?

I’m surprised at my thoughts. I’m usually more understanding than this. I’ve never let my anger get the better of me. What was happening?

My eyes fall on our parents, “they’re telling us to move closer to each other.” Atticus says as he follows my gaze.

Closer? If we got any closer, I would lose all control and do something stupid like try and kiss him.

“Are you okay with that?” He asks as one of his hands slides up my back.

I can barely hear what he’s asking me with the loud pounding in my chest.

nod even though my mind screams for me to

are much closer now, and his body heat is

when it concerns Anya, I act without thinking.

affected him was even harder than seeing it happen in front of me. But I can’t blame him for it. He’s helpless, just like I am. She has his heart, and he has mine. I understood what he felt because

I

my words, “the man you

Why would

says in a strained voice, a tone I’ve never heard him use before. “Is there a man that you’re in love with? Why didn’t you say something before we got married? Why wait until now to

would have happened when he brought our bodies closer

finally say. “I’m not in love with anyone. I was trying to explain that I would act the same way if I had someone I was in love with. That’s all.

was the biggest lie I’ve ever

but he does seem to loosen up a little

for being so understanding.” He says after a few

man you love be so deeply in love with another woman was excruciating. Knowing that woman was willing to destroy your marriage to get him didn’t help either. Atticus could give in to her one day, and then I’ll be

like I didn’t care about him, many times when I tried to forget about my feelings. It only came back stronger.

I notice Anya joining the dance floor with Damon. Shouldn’t she be resting if she’d just fainted? Where is she

out of nowhere. She wasn’t backing down. She was fighting for him even though he was now a married man. I didn’t think that she would ever let

even finish, he pulls me out of the dance floor

moment to clear my head.” He

am surprised when she looks

on who could get a

“The videographer must have gotten some good footage of the dance.

on the dance floor with Damon, and people from the crowd were also joining in with their partners. I was glad the

of all the guests going to the island with us.

private islands. I knew this part of the ceremony was meant to

on marrying my

I knew she wasn’t

will you be joining us on the yacht?” Clarissa asks. “I’m not sure if Damon told

growls in

worry about me; my name is already on the list. My mate made sure that it was there.” She looks at me while speaking, and it makes me wonder if she was

a fake smile. “Autumn, you’re a part of our family now; you don’t even

her, “we should have been good

you that I will be

she isn’t listening to

for him? Maybe he needs me. This marriage

can do that.” Clarissa intervenes. “She’s

easier on him. She will only make things worse. I know him more than

joins us once more, and he must have

as much as you think. I just saw him. He’s organizing Autumn’s bag, packing it in his jeep, getting ready for tonight.” He informs

not sure if he was lying or telling the truth. I

a few friends I need you to add to the list.” He says to Dante, stopping Anya from saying

friends?” Dante asks as he quirks

some of their friends. Nothing

there any other guests

Griffin teases

the yacht or right

“it’s a tradition that Atticus picks you up in your

to leave.” Atticus’s father announces suddenly. “We can’t reach the island late. They need to be in that spring by

Spring?

What spring?

my mother is rushing me towards the garage where Atticus is supposedly already

it’s not just our families; everyone getting onto the yacht with us

up against the door staring down at the ground.

thing I looked for was my bag, and Griffin

as I climb onto the jeep. His small gesture touches my heart. He didn’t have to do that, but he was a gentleman. I gasped when he leaned into me and buckled my

all my self-control not to lean closer and take

be easy for you,”

eyes as he continues to explain, “our traditions

other wasn’t? Because that was what we were, he didn’t know it yet. And if I had a say, he would never find

two still doing here?” My mother demands.

before he could continue his explanation and walks over to the driver’s side. Clarissa joins us in the backseat, and Atticus

referring to the tradition Clarissa had told me about a few minutes ago? The one where he would have to pick me up and carry me onto the yacht. That wasn’t something that would be too difficult for me to handle. It might make me fall more for him, but that wouldn’t be any different from every typical day

not with Damon?” Atticus asks his sister. “That was the car arrangement