The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 61

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 61

~AUTUMN~

I watch as Atticus carries bags of clothes my parents had just dropped off. They didn’t want to leave me with the Fawns, but since I insisted, they finally gave in. I understood that they felt I was unsafe now that the secret was out, but I was willing to take the risk if it meant I could be by Atticus’s side.

He didn’t stop pestering his parents until they’d gotten all the pictures of us back into the house. Within two hours, everything was the same way I remembered it before he’d lost his memory.

Of course, Atticus couldn’t remember what it looked like, but I did. I knew where every single picture of us was supposed to be.

I know that I didn’t have him completely back to me, but I was at least happy that I was one step closer. I was back home, near him, where I belonged.

I still hadn’t recovered from tonight; it felt like a dream. I was afraid I’d eventually wake up and realize that none of it was ever true.

I couldn’t believe that Atticus told Anya he didn’t love her. The look on her face was priceless. When did he realize that he was no longer in love with her? Had he known this even before the accident? If he did, why did he never tell me what he truly felt? There were many times when I thought he was still in love with her and only her. If I’d known the truth, my heart would have been less tortured.

There were so many questions that I wanted to ask him, but I knew that he had plenty of questions for me as well. I wanted to give him a chance to ask me whatever he wanted.

He was pissed at everyone else for lying to him. I’d also lied to him. Did that mean that he was also angry with me? I didn’t want him to be. I never wanted to anger or hurt him.

His mother walks over to me, and I can see the regret in her eyes. It must be hard for her as well as his father. It would be hard for his entire family now that Atticus felt like he couldn’t trust them. As much as it hurt knowing that they removed me from their lives after I went missing, I knew why they did it. Because of that, I was not angry with them.

“We are truly sorry for everything, Autumn.” His mother apologizes. “We never meant to hurt you. We were only doing what we thought was the right thing for our son. But, as he rightly pointed out, we made a big mistake.”

I held her hand, “it’s okay. I know that your intention was not to hurt me. I know that you only wanted to protect Atticus. I understand why you kept the truth from him. I never once thought that you were trying to betray me.”

She gives me a grateful smile and pulls me in for a warm hug. “I still think that we are fortunate for choosing you to be our son’s bride. You’ve never let us down, and I don’t think you ever will. Judging by the way Atticus protected you, I think it’s safe to say that he also feels the same way. I never thought my son could fall out of love with Anya, but somehow you made that possible. My sons are learning to bond with each other as they did in the past before she entered their lives, and I wanted to thank you for everything that you’re doing for us.”

“What are you saying to her?” Atticus asks dangerously. The threat in his voice was not hidden, and it surprised me that he took that tone with his own mother. He must be angrier than I thought he was.

It’s quite obvious that he doesn’t trust his mother around me, not after everything he’d just learned. I knew they would return to normal very soon; Atticus couldn’t stay angry with his family for too long. I knew him well, and eventually, he would understand why they did it. Maybe he already did, but it would take him a little longer to adjust to the truth.

He’s waiting for me at the bottom of the stair, and his mother pats my back, “go to him. You both have plenty to talk about. I don’t want him to get any angrier with me. I have plenty to do to earn his trust again.”

towards him. He took my hand in his and

see them there. We’re both quiet, and I’m unsure what to say to ease the

he doesn’t say anything after a few seconds. I’m about to move toward the bed when he finally makes a sound. My feet

he asks, breaking

he kept looking at my finger today. He wanted to know why I wasn’t wearing my wedding ring. I couldn’t believe

have realized that’s the

was honest when I told him that it was hard to look

“Let me see it.”

into the purse

extra tiny in his hand. I’m not sure what he thinks as he continues to stare at it. Maybe he’s trying to remember buying it

pins me with his piercing gaze. My breath gets stuck in

breath as he gently took my hand in his; I watched in awe as he guided the ring onto my finger. I didn’t think not wearing my ring would have bothered him this much. His hand lingers on my own, and it feels good to feel his touch, even though it is not

off again.”

had no memory of us. All of his memories were still about Anya. How could he still choose me when she was all that he knew? It was the first time

any questions for me?” I ask

still building a wall between us. I didn’t want there to be a single

towards me but still leaves some

he finally says

“Why?” he asks.

was he expecting me to say to just one

I ask, waiting for

did you wait for me to force the truth

want to answer. If I did, it would open up all of the emotions that I was trying to bury

feel comfortable speaking

these lies. This isn’t a simple secret that was kept from me. This was an

No one knew how you would react after finding out you were married to me. I planned on telling you after you got the opportunity to spend more time with me. I was terrified of causing you more harm than good by telling you the truth. Besides, what would you have done if I’d

sits on the edge of the bed and faces me angrily. “You didn’t seem that bothered that I was with Anya. I spent days with her right in front of you, but you let it happen. It makes me wonder

this much, but I was utterly wrong. How could he, for even one second, believe that I had no feelings for him? I was freaking

time? It was obvious that I was bothered that she was taking advantage of his memory loss. I was

you!” I snap. “If you couldn’t see what it was doing to me, I don’t

why couldn’t you speak to me? If you’re my wife, you should let me

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