The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

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.”

my hand in his

were on the table near the bed, and it felt good to see them there. We’re both quiet, and I’m unsure what to say to ease

few seconds. I’m about to move toward the bed when he finally makes a sound. My feet felt stuck to the ground as I waited for what I

your ring?” he asks, breaking the

kept looking at my finger today. He wanted to know why I wasn’t wearing my wedding ring. I couldn’t believe that he knew the truth and chose only tonight to

have realized that’s the

all times. I was honest when I told him that it was hard to look at the ring because it reminded me of him. But

“Let me see it.”

into the purse and pulled it

he thinks as he continues to stare at it. Maybe he’s trying to remember buying it for me. The

his piercing gaze. My breath gets stuck in my

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

off

was the same Atticus that was once crazy in love with Anya. He acted like a completely different person. What baffled me even more than this was that he had no memory of us. All of his memories were still about Anya. How could he

any questions for me?” I ask

was kind to me, I could tell he was still building a

towards me but still leaves

as he finally says something in response

“Why?” he asks.

he expecting me to

waiting for him

me sooner that you were married to me?” He asks. “Why did you wait for me to force the truth out of you?

would open up

feel comfortable speaking about right now.” I

before we can move on from these lies. This isn’t a simple secret that was kept from me. This was an important part of

assure him. “Clarissa told me everything about the accident. She also mentioned everything your parents and the doctor had said to her. Protecting you from the trauma was our main concern. 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 told you? Would you have even believed me? I’m sure you would have treated me like I was crazy if I’d told

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 if you ever had feelings for me when we were married. If you’re okay with me being around another woman instead of telling

was utterly wrong. How could he, for even one second, believe that I had no feelings for him? I was freaking in love with him for years! He was

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

“If you couldn’t see what it was doing to me, I don’t think you paid that much

you should