The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 33

~AUTUMN~

I couldn’t believe Atticus had left me to go to Anya. I could never forgive him for this. He’s just proven that everything he’s said in the voice note was genuine. She would always come first. And I hated that I had to live with this for the rest of my life.

I already knew it was true, but to see him prove it on the same day I received the recording does not make any of this more manageable for me. Everything was changing for me in a split second. The image I had of Atticus in my head was slowly drifting away. Was the man of my dreams entirely made up? Was he indeed this horrible toward me?

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Gabriella asks me. “You can tell us if you need anything; we are here to help.”

“We are,” Lucy assured me. “The girls caught us up with everything you’re going through. We are here to help make it better. Anything you want, tell us.”

There was nothing they could do to help the pain that I felt in my heart to know that, yet again Atticus had left me stranded to ensure that Anya was okay.

Every second I’m reminded of the voice note Anya sent me and how true everything was. How could it not be true when it came from Atticus’s mouth? He hadn’t said those words to Anya to make her feel better about the marriage; he said it because it was the truth.

After everything, I still hate how worried I am about Anya despite everything she’s done to me recently. Part of me wanted to go with him and ensure she was okay. The other half that won reminded me that she hated me and was desperate to separate us from each other. To me, this was just another plan of hers to get Atticus to leave me and run to her. Why would she send me that voice note and then try to harm herself? It didn’t make any sense. The only thing that made sense was the truth, she only did it all to separate the both of us.

Why did I ever think that marrying Atticus would be a good idea? I wasn’t thinking clearly; I thought that being near him would help make me happy; I thought that it would be like living a dream because I would constantly be around the man I was in love with. I realize now how wrong I’d been to think that way.

For the rest of my life, I’ll have to be reminded that Atticus loved Anya. Every day I would have to live with this truth, and it’s something I can’t put myself through. If Anya weren’t around, things would have been so much easier for us, but she wasn’t about to allow us to be happy. She will always be around because of Damon and Dante.

What had I done? I’d ruined my whole life by agreeing to this marriage.

I couldn’t keep this up. I had to find a way to stop this, to stop myself from hurting. But I couldn’t just ignore my feelings. I wish there were an off switch, one that I could use whenever I was around my husband.

“You don’t look too good,” Maya says as she guides me to a chair. “Would you like some water to drink?”

I shook my head, “I’m good, thank you.”

“I can’t believe Atticus is such an ass!” Gabriella hissed. “How could he leave you here for her? Sometimes men do the shittiest things, and I don’t know how we ever forgive them because they don’t deserve us!”

Wasn’t that the truth? Men were always screwing us over and then expecting us to forgive them as if nothing happened. Did they not realize the pain they put us through?

“Wow,” Arthur says, pretending to be hurt by her words. “Remember, your anger is towards Atticus, not me. We’re good; he’s not, we are. I hope he doesn’t make things rough for me tonight.”

Maya laughs, “I’m sure she knows that, Arthur. Do not worry so much. You’re safe. We know where to direct our anger.”

“Of course, you can say that since you made up with Kane.” Gabriella teases her. “Talking about Kane, the man hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off you for the entire night. If you weren’t already pregnant, you would have been again by the night’s end.”

Maya blushes and hits her arm. Gabriella was only speaking the truth; Kane was mesmerized by Maya the entire night. The man was in love. Insanely in love with his mate.

“We’re straying from the main point, and that’s Autumn. Let’s do something fun to cheer her up.”

“I don’t think I’m up for anything,” I confess. “I just want to get back home.”

Not to Atticus, but I need a place to rest and forget that today ever happened. Maybe I could return to my parents for a day; I would make up a lie and hopefully they wouldn’t question why I wasn’t with Atticus.

“Please stay one night, and tomorrow, I promise we will get you back home early,” Gabriella begs. “We hate to see you like this. We at least want to make you smile once tonight; that’s all we’re asking for.”

I knew what I had to do. I kept making it easy for Atticus and pretending like whatever he did, didn’t affect me; all of that would change from today.

“I just have one thing I want to do,” I tell them. “Can you show me to the washroom?”

After following their directions, I shut the door to the bathroom.

I looked through my contacts on my phone and dialed the number when I found what I was looking for.

“Mrs. Fawn.”

“You can still call me Rivera, Peter,” I tell him.

He was our family’s lawyer. But he has always been kind and loyal to me. I trusted him; it’s the only reason why I called. Anyone else, I wouldn’t trust them to keep this a secret.

“What can I do for you?” He asks with a chuckle.

“I want you to prepare divorce papers for me,” I answer him.

There is a pause on the line, “you just got married. Are you sure this is what you want to do? Do your parents know what you’re up to?”

I exhale loudly, “No, they do not know this, Peter, that’s why I called you. You’re the only one I trust with something like this. I want those divorce papers by tomorrow morning.”

“I don’t understand. You know they can ruin my life if they find out I did this for you.” He reminds me.

out. This is

mind by tomorrow, but for now, I knew that I wanted those papers. And I planned on giving them to Atticus. I know it’s the last thing he’ll be expecting from me, and that’s what I wanted, to

the person you married. To do things that your partner hated. I know this was a drastic decision, but I

of putting him first, I was

. .

~ATTICUS~

private hospital; this was where Damon and Dante had brought Anya to. It was the safest hospital of our kind. We knew the owners well, and they’d

happy that they did, I still cared for Anya, and she only harmed herself because of me. I felt guilty, like this was all my fault. I was too harsh on her; since the beginning, I’ve been

Fawn.” The receptionist greets me. “How can we help you

for Anya Edwina,” I tell her. “What room number

to the end of the first floor. It’s a big

I’m scared of what would be waiting for me behind that door. I push open the door and rush inside. I scan the room for her or my brothers. Damon is the first person that I see, and he’s holding his head in

door closes, he looks

hooked up to her. It’s a terrifying sight to see. I never once thought that I

the other side, and he looked pissed. Maybe he’s angry with me; he knows I’m to blame for this. I try to speak to him, but he ignores me. I turn to Damon instead; at least he was the calmer one between the two of

doing?”

trying their best; she was close to losing her life, Atticus. I felt everything flash before me in those few seconds. It all happened so fast. I had to move quickly to save her; I’m glad I got to her in time. This could have turned out differently for all of us. She might not

imagine how much harder it must have

for me. It was

I treated her when she tried to hug me that night. I was so concerned about Autumn opening the door and seeing us that I didn’t recognize Anya’s cry for help. She needed me that night, I

died. How could I ignore something like that? And it wasn’t just her

“Anya had written this for you before she tried to take her life.

I wasn’t sure if this was something I wanted to read right now. The guilt was already eating me alive. I move away from him and lean against the wall; I want some privacy while reading

know how much I love you. That’s why I’m doing this. I keep coming between you and Autumn, and I don’t want to do it anymore. It’s not my intention to separate the both

shaking as I leaned against the wall, staring at her pale, unconscious face. I can’t stop the tear from flowing down my cheek. I didn’t know that a letter could have such a strong effect on someone. I was fighting hard to hold everything together. I walk over to her motionless body and kneel on the ground beside her. I gently held her hand in mine, “I’m so sorry, Anya. I’m so sorry

Dante snaps. “That’s why Damon and I will be by her side every second

me. Hurting Anya meant that I was also hurting both of

“Dante —”

hissed. “I can never forgive you for this. She told me all the things you said to her. You’re the

anymore was—trying to push Anya away so that I could make my marriage with Autumn work had pushed Anya to her breaking point. I was the reason

to do the right thing turn into something so wrong? I was having a constant battle within myself. A part of me was crazy about protecting Autumn, and another made sure I ran to Anya’s side.

have to fix my relationship with Dante after today; I’ve never seen him this angry with me. I didn’t want

Autumn?” Damon asks me. “Did

didn’t make me feel better. I had screwed up my life in all possible ways to do so in just one night. Everyone was hurting because of me. It seemed I was

stayed back with Austin’s family. She’s getting along well with the women there. Making

good at making friends. People loved

response that it isn’t as simple as I’d made it seem. Anyone would realize that Autumn and I argued when I chose to come

“You also, Dante. I can keep an eye on her until she wakes up. It’s the least I can do after everything

going anywhere,”

by her side.” Dante says as well. “I can’t trust you to

they knew she was safe from danger. I would have done the same thing

. . . . . .

we were still waking for Anya to regain consciousness. I’s been an entire night of torture for the three of

us had slept, and we weren’t

night to give me an update on how Autumn was doing; he didn’t get to say much before Gabriella grabbed the phone and ended the call. Apparently,

pissed at me for leaving her yesterday. The more I thought about it, the more I got angry with myself for leaving her there. I should have insisted she’d come with me, f**k, I could have lifted her and taken her with me. Anything would have

her. She blinks a couple of times

of you and thinking about only myself. Please forgive me. I

needs to apologize for everything, Anya. I’ll

and Damon does

wanted me there, but I had plenty on my mind. Now that I

voice note was staring me in my face. I never got the chance to listen to it. I wasn’t sure that it would change anything now. I’d ruined chances for Autumn and me to have a good relationship after running out on her last night. She stayed back with people she barely knew;

out on her like she was just some average person in my life. I kept messing things up in every direction that I turned. Nothing was going well, my entire life was

to at least listen to what had her upset with me to know how to fix it. I knew I had a lot of making up to do

to play, my blood runs cold. This couldn’t be

more it played, the more it was confirmed. This was everything I’d promised Anya on my

at the recording time. And I was sure that I didn’t record our conversation. That only left

me further apart? How could I question her

Anya sits on the bed, eating. It’s just the two of us in here now. Damon and Dante left to get her

innocent smile, but there is only one thing on my mind after listening to that voice note. And that was finding out if she was the one that had sent this to Autumn. It would mean that she had evil intentions from the start. It can also prove that she was the one that posted that video of us from the engagement night. I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want to believe that Anya

about

gotten married. “I thought I had lost you for good, but this proves that you still care for me. You still

that I came back just

so happy. Can’t you see it, Atticus? Can’t you see how happy

coming here to see you, can you give me something

how to respond to that. I’m not one to ask her for favors;

that I can do for

answer me truthfully,” I