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.

was ready 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

for me to confirm what Anya said is true. But I can’t seem to form the words in my mouth. I’m suddenly at a loss for words. I don’t want her to hate

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 happening. My whole family

the news to my parents. Why did

took all of my

says again in that tone that does weird, painful things to my body. “Tell me the truth. Did you agree to marry

moment I did, I knew that everything would change

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

into the family room. We can all talk about it calmly in

I also knew that this discussion could never be

our 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

now.” She adds as she glares at me. “I want Damon to tell me the

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;

stomach? I didn’t see

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. She sees my anger and quietly moves back without adding to her words. She

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

I see the tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. I did that. I was causing her to cry when it was the last f*****g thing I ever wanted to

to me.” She says as she continues to look straight into my eyes. She isn’t backing down. She’s showing me exactly what

out this way.” I finally say. “I didn’t want you to find out like this. I know

cannot live with myself if Clarissa ever decided to hate me. My heart

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

Shouldn’t it be easier? Why does it feel like someone is tearing my heart straight out

in response to my words. She looks tired and still in shock. She seems like someone who’d

was letting her walk out of my life. I didn’t want to let her go. I

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