The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 34

~ATTICUS~

“Autumn. Do you f*****g hear yourself?”

I was fuming both on the inside and the out. I hated the idea of Autumn getting to know any other man but me. Why would she even propose such an idea to me? Why did she think I would ever agree to something like this?

“Our lives are already tied together. Marriage is not a f*****g joke. Every second we spent in that spring was meaningful; it was a ritual meant to tie us together for life.” I growl. “Why are you talking about divorce like it’s nothing?”

Did all of that mean nothing to her?

“It was a joke to you, Atticus. The spring was a joke to you. Marriage is a joke to you, or you wouldn’t treat me as you did since I said I do. I’m not the one that disrespected you every step of the way. That was all you. You’re the one that lets everyone say the worst things about our relationship. Have you seen the articles? The most recent one has a lot to say about you rushing to the hospital without me after Anya almost drowned. You should take some time to read it. That’s not the only one. There are hundreds of them that speak the truth about your relationship with me and your relationship with her. I might as well hand over the recording to them; I’m sure they will have a wonderful time playing it for the whole world to hear. Maybe Anya has already done that, and they’re just waiting for the right opportunity to post it for everyone to listen to it. You bring embarrassment to our marriage; why should I want to stay married to you?”

Her words cut through me like a f*****g knife. Since when has Autumn ever been this brutal?

I know I messed up; I knew when I found out that Anya had sent her that recording. I didn’t realize that she could stoop that low; if I’d listened to that recording before Damon had called me with the news, I would have never left Autumn there. I would have known better. I understood now why Autumn didn’t want to come with me to visit Anya.

Anya had already done something this horrible to hurt her; Autumn had every reason not to want to see her. Did this mean that Anya had lied about the incident where she’d slapped Autumn? Was I foolish for believing her then as well?

“I’m not doing these things to hurt you, Autumn. I swear I’m only doing it because I feel guilty for hurting Anya. She’d been through a lot since we agreed to marry each other, and I felt sorry for her. I’m sorry I keep doing things that lead to articles like those, but I promise I’m not trying to hurt you. I thought you wouldn’t be this affected by it; I’ve known all along that you don’t have feelings for me, and that’s why I didn’t think it would be this bad if I chose to protect Anya. I didn’t think being there for Anya would affect you this badly since I knew you also cared about her. But now I realize how wrong I’ve been. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Autumn, for everything. If I had known from the beginning, this would not have happened. I would not have been so stupid.”

I realize how wrong I’ve been all this time. I didn’t know the real you. Anya knows the real you, and maybe that’s why she knows what to

attention to me, to begin with. To hear that I’d damaged the image

my control away, grasping onto my sanity. No one has ever been able to make me feel like this;

She trusted me; she thought I was better than this, and I’d proven her wrong time and time again. She was

prevent her from trying to get a divorce? I

from me, Autumn. At least wait a day before you decide what you

believe that I’d reached the point of begging her to

moment I saw the look of betrayal in her eyes; I knew that I would have to pay for that one mistake, and yet I still took the risk. This was my fault. I was paying

kindness; I miss the way she always stared at me with passion in her eyes. Now all I

I want, Atticus.” She snaps. “I’ve already signed the paper; all

she already signed it? That easily? Without a

ask in a dangerously

“Yes.” She hissed.

and ripped it into a few pieces, ensuring there was no way to piece it back

are you doing?” She demands as she steps toward me, staring at the pieces of paper on

and push her onto the bed with

She gasps. “What are

I have no control over my body. I’ve never felt this possessive over another woman in my

didn’t want anyone ever to