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.

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 I knew she wouldn’t let me, not with the way she was looking at me in disbelief.

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

is standing around us. My parents and grandfather had just joined and were catching up on what was happening.

Why did Anya do

took all of my self-control not to reach

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

words. It was one word, just yes, that’s all I had to say, but the moment I did, I

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

tries to calm her. “Let’s take this into the family room. We can all

That’s what we needed to do. But I also

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 me everything. I shouldn’t have ran from it. I should have found a way

“I want Damon to tell me the truth. He isn’t saying anything and

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 best for your brother and I don’t

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

move from Clarissa to glare 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.

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

slowly rolling down her cheeks. I did that. I

as she continues to look straight into my eyes. She isn’t backing down. She’s showing me exactly what I’m doing to her by agreeing to marry

were not supposed to find out 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

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 it. I would drop to the ground and beg her to forgive me if I had to but seeing her hate me wasn’t something

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

much? Shouldn’t it be easier? Why does it feel like someone is tearing

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

her walk out

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