The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 99

Book 2 Chapter 22

~DAMON~

This should not hurt this much. It should not f*****g hurt like this. Marrying Anya was supposed to solve everything. It was supposed to make things better. Not worse.

But it was worse. Wasn’t it?

Dante had just stormed out of the house, and I could feel his pain. He was my brother; of course, I could feel his pain. He was hurting, and so was I. But for completely different reasons. He was in despair because of Anya, and I was in pain because of Clarissa.

I didn’t want to be the reason he was like this. I didn’t want to hurt my brother. And I sure as hell didn’t want to hurt Clarissa. But what the hell was the right thing to do? What other choice could I have made to make things better?

I knew from the start that Dante would have reacted badly to the news, so I asked for enough time to explain things to him, but Anya did not give me that time. When we were in the room, she didn’t wait for me, she immediately told him everything. I was not prepared for it at all. Seeing my brother like this was affecting me horribly.

But the real pain, the main reason my heart was squeezing painfully in my chest, was the beautiful woman in front of me. She was staring at me as if I’d just broken her heart into a million pieces.

That was never the intention. I was trying to protect her heart, not break it.

I swallow. It’s the only movement I could allow my body to make right now. It hurts even to breathe while staring at her eyes, now filled with unshed tears.

f**k ME. I can’t believe that I’m the one that’s hurting her like this. In the past, I would kill anyone that made her cry but this time, I was the culprit. I was the asshole making her cry.

Anya was not supposed to break the news like this. I told her to give me time. I told her that I didn’t want to announce it today. Why did she have to do this? I knew it had to happen eventually, but I wasn’t ready to break the news to Clarissa. At least, not like this.

it, and now I had to pick up the broken pieces. I had to pick up the pieces of Clarissa’s broken heart and somehow find a way to put them back together, to make it whole again. But

form the words in my mouth. I’m suddenly at a loss for words. I don’t want her to

feel all eyes on us. My entire family is standing around us. My parents and grandfather had just joined and were catching up on what

clue how to break the news to my parents. Why did Anya do this? Why did she make the announcement without asking me

breaks, tugging at my heart. It took all

does weird, painful things to my body. “Tell

It was one word, just yes, that’s all I had to say, but the moment I did, I knew that everything would change between us. And a part of me, a very

to stay the same. I couldn’t handle the change. It

this into the family room.

to do. But I also knew that

mother. On my mother. Even though Clarissa was adopted, I don’t think she fully accepted my parents as hers. And I know that the main reason is partly because of me. I’ve known it for a while, but I’ve been lying to myself. Lying to myself because I wanted to protect her from herself and, most importantly, from me. Those lies were about to cost

Damon to tell me the truth. He isn’t saying anything and that could

are you so upset about, anyway? Can’t you see that

one word make me feel sick to my stomach? I didn’t see her as my sister. I could never see her

at Anya. This was her mess. She’d told them at the wrong time. She doesn’t get to tell Clarissa how to feel at a time like this. She sees my anger and quietly

is letting me say—her name. I still can’t

did that. I was causing her to cry when it was the last f*****g thing I ever wanted to

straight into my eyes. She isn’t backing down. She’s showing me exactly what I’m doing

this way.” I finally say. “I didn’t want you to find out like this. I know it doesn’t make it better, but you were never supposed to find out

live with myself if Clarissa ever decided to hate me. My heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

So much more, but I don’t know how to say it. I didn’t know what to say to make her understand that

right thing hurt so f*****g much? Shouldn’t it be easier? Why does it feel like someone is

tired and still in shock. She seems like someone who’d lost the

and walks away from me. I felt like I was letting her walk out of my life. I didn’t want to let

was taking all of my self-control not to grab her and bring her back to me. It was taking all