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.

to hear this announcement. Anya had beaten me to 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

can’t seem to form the words in my mouth. I’m suddenly at a loss

can 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 was

still had no clue how to break the news to my parents. Why did Anya do this? Why did she make

at my heart. It took all of my self-control not to reach forward and gently cup her face in

does weird, painful things to my body. “Tell me the truth. Did

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 sick

handle the change. It had to

the family room.

what we needed to do. But I also knew that

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

to talk about it now.” She adds as she glares at me. “I want Damon to tell me the truth. He isn’t saying anything and that could only mean one

consent to decide who he wants to marry. As his sister, you should congratulate him and be happy for him. What are you so upset about, anyway? Can’t you see that marrying me is what he actually wants? I can make him happy; I would think that would, in return, make you happy. You should want the

me feel sick to my stomach? I didn’t see her as my sister.

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 moves back without adding

my mouth is letting me say—her name. I still can’t say that one word that she’s waiting for me

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

continues to look straight into my eyes. She isn’t backing down.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this.

in her eyes slowly turned into something I’d never seen before. Hatred. Does she hate me? I cannot live with myself if Clarissa ever decided to hate me. My heart wouldn’t be able to take

don’t know how to say it. I didn’t know what to say to make her understand

that she would. But why does the right thing hurt so f*****g much? Shouldn’t it be easier? Why does it feel like someone is

anything in response to my words. She looks tired and still in shock. She

watch as she turns and walks away from me. I felt like I was letting her walk out of my life.

and bring her back to me. It was taking all of my self-control not to pick her up and take her away from this place—just me and