The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 50

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 50

I couldn’t breathe. Not with the way Atticus was looking at me. His eyes looked drugged but confused at the same time. What was there to be confused about? I was his. He was mine.

How could he ask me that question? His mark was on me. I smell like him because he put that mark there. I smell like him because we’re bonded; we are one.

The person standing before me didn’t seem to know any of this, which was simply absurd. How could he not know?

I’ve been so confused by his reaction to me since I returned.

Why was he acting this weirdly? What could have possibly happened for him to be behaving like this? Did Anya do something to him while I was gone? Was I crazy for thinking that way? She was capable of doing something sneaky, and she had threatened me in the past already. That thought soon flies out of my head as Atticus’s touch becomes more desperate.

He grabs my waist and pulls my body against his while inspecting my neck. His finger is slowly rubbing the mark, making me wonder what he’s thinking. How could I stay mad at him when he was this close to my body? How could I be angry when my heart was racing because of his nearness?

He always knew what his closeness did to me; maybe he was doing it on purpose so that I couldn’t make a scene in front of everyone.

His hands were warm, and they sent tingles throughout my body. It was hard to control my need for him, even though I knew this wasn’t the time for any of that.

No. I had to find out what was going on before I let my heart flutter like this because of him. I made these same mistakes in the past; I didn’t want to do it again. I was tired of letting Atticus win these arguments because of my feelings for him.

“How can you not know the answer to that question?” I demand. “The answer is staring you straight in the eyes. Are you blind?”

He looks even more confused at my words. His grip on my waist tightens, and it seems like he’s having an inner battle with himself.

“What the hell are you doing?” Someone shrieks.

I didn’t even have to look.

I knew that voice well. Anya. She was back. Her annoying voice was all I needed to know that she was here.

Couldn’t she have stayed away a little longer? There was plenty I still wanted to ask Atticus, and I knew that with her being here, she would try her best to ensure I didn’t get the opportunity to do so. I should have moved him. I should have continued this conversation somewhere else where no one could disturb us. It was too late for that now.

It’s good that she was here. I had plenty to say to her as well.

She glared at Atticus, but when her eyes fell on me, they widened. She looked like she’d just seen a ghost. If one person were unhappy that I was back, it would be her. She doesn’t try to hide her irritation at seeing me.

“Are you surprised to see me, Anya?” I ask. “I mean, I’m supposed to be on vacation with my family. At least that’s what Atticus told me that you said to him. Can you tell me where exactly we went? I think my memory might be playing games with me.”

Atticus looks between the two of us, and I can tell that he’s completely lost.

“What’s going on?” Atticus asks.

“I should be asking you that.” Anya snaps. “Why are your arms still around her?”

He looked down at his hands still on my waist and cleared his throat before quickly letting go of me.

Why did he do it? Why did he act like touching me was wrong? I’m his wife; he can touch me without feeling guilty. Just how many things have changed around here after I’d been forcibly taken from the academy? Are there any more surprises that I need to prepare myself for?

“Did Autumn not go on vacation with her family?” He asks her. “It sounds like the both of you are arguing. You’re best friends. I’ve never seen you fight before. Did something happen between the two of you? Is there something that I should know about?”

feelings towards me. Anya didn’t like me, and it took me too long to know

snap. “Where have you been all this time, Atticus? How could you not

other lies has

my arm and pulls me towards her, “watch what you’re saying

to

to tell me what he

as usual, everyone is always worried about her. He doesn’t see

so surprised to see Autumn here?”

is he asking such a question? How much did Atticus not know? Everyone here seemed to know a lot more than he did, and it

up with a response to his question. “I’m just surprised to see Autumn here when no one informed me that she was coming, that’s all. It’s good to

as though he’d

she shows up right behind Damon. She’s the only one that looks happy to see me. But I wasn’t even sure if I could trust her at this point. I wasn’t sure

“I can’t believe you’re in front of me right now. My heart feels so happy. It’s so good to see you. I’ve missed

why was

something here?” Atticus asks. “Since when

It almost

most confused I got. Something terrible was going

I am that she’s here. There’s nothing wrong with that.

Anya and Atticus. I could feel their eyes digging into my back as

wasn’t finished speaking to Atticus. I still had plenty on my mind to scream and shout at him. But I couldn’t do it earlier because he

be both angry and confused right now,” Clarissa whispers the moment that we’re far enough so that Atticus can’t listen to our conversation. “But there is a reasonable explanation for

Really?

that would be able to explain the craziness happening

was acting clueless, and Anya was happy to rub it in my face that she had him back in her life. What had caused this massive change? Before I had been kidnapped, Atticus promised to

thought you liked me,” I tell her. “I went to your home. Every single picture of me has been removed. My clothes are gone, and everything of mine has completely disappeared. It’s like all of you tried to erase my existence when you

hugs me mid-sentence, “you have it all wrong, Autumn. Of course, we all like

how you treat family?” I demand. Nothing was adding up. Someone

listen.” She begs. “Once you hear what I say, you will

deserved a chance to explain herself. She was always nothing but pleasant to me. Maybe I could still trust her; I just had

my signal for her to continue. This was the only chance that she would

vehicle after drugging you. He tried to stop them, but they had already driven off; he didn’t stop there; he chased

she was heading

had been taken. He ordered him to close down all roads so that your kidnappers couldn’t escape. That’s the last anyone heard from Atticus. When we arrived at the scene, Atticus’s jeep

my mouth as I waited for

I can’t breathe.

so much

An ACCIDENT?

believed I was gone for good. I thought he was happy that I had disappeared. I felt guilty after knowing I had

with all of the blood and bruises covering his body. I thought we had lost him. But the doctors did a great job at bringing him back. But even they couldn’t work a miracle. His body was trying to heal itself, but too much damage had

the love of my life had gone through something so horrible, and I was nowhere around when it happened. I wasn’t there when he needed me the most, but it wasn’t my fault. We were both going

accident? Those words kept repeating

it, the worse I felt. How did this happen?

tried their best, but this wasn’t something they could have prevented. Atticus has temporary memory loss, but the doctor also informed us that it’s possible it can even be permanent. Only time will be able to answer whether it’s temporary

for

would suffer now that he didn’t remember me. I was

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