The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

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?”

friends? What world was he living in? We were far from best friends, closer to enemies, after I realized her true feelings towards me. Anya didn’t like me, and it took me too long to know the truth. I would have saved myself plenty of

vacation with my family!” I snap. “Where have you been all this time,

other lies has she been telling

me towards her, “watch what you’re saying to him. He’s not ready

ready to hear the

was she to tell me what he was

Damon asks as he joins us. He’s concerned about Anya; as usual, everyone is always worried about her. He doesn’t see me at first, but when he finally does, he takes a step back. His eyes are wide, like Anya’s

surprised to see Autumn here?” Atticus asks, looking between the

he asking such a question? How much did Atticus not know? Everyone here seemed

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 see you, though. I’m glad you’re here. I’m sure Clarissa will be overflowed with happiness to see

at his brother as though he’d lost

see me. But I wasn’t even sure if I could trust

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

Then why was

something here?” Atticus asks. “Since when

freezes when she realizes that Atticus is here with us. It almost looked like they were trying

hiding them from Atticus. The more I stood there, the most confused I got. Something terrible was going on, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. Something was not right. Everyone was acting

teases without looking directly at him. “I’m just showing her how happy I am that she’s here. There’s nothing wrong

wraps her arms around mine and pulls me away from Anya and Atticus. I could feel their eyes digging into my back as I was

wasn’t finished speaking to Atticus. I still had plenty on my mind to scream and shout at

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

Really?

think of anything that would be

What had caused this massive change? Before I had been kidnapped, Atticus promised to be a better husband; what caused

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 found out that I

Of course, we all like you; we don’t just like you; we love you like family.

Nothing was adding

She begs. “Once you hear what

Maybe I could still trust her; I just had to listen to her explanation

was my signal for her to continue.

tried to stop them, but they had already driven off; he didn’t stop there; he chased the vehicle with his jeep, and that is when something horrible happened.” She begins to explain. The look on her face worries

chest, I think I knew where she was heading with this, but I don’t think I was ready to hear it. I was

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 was flipped

mouth as I waited for her to

I can’t breathe.

so much with

An ACCIDENT?

to save me. This entire time I was angry because I thought he had moved on because he believed I was gone for good. I thought he was happy that

jeep, he was barely recognizable 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 already been done. When Atticus woke up, he surprised everyone when he hugged Anya. We weren’t aware of what was happening until we

I wasn’t there when he needed me the most, but it wasn’t my fault. We were both going through something awful at the exact time. But it only happened to Atticus because he was trying to save me. I was unconscious when the accident occurred; I had

Those words kept

it, the worse I felt. How

informed us that it’s possible it can even be permanent. Only time will be able to answer whether it’s temporary or not. We haven’t taken

for him. He was unaware of every time we’ve spent together, he

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