The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 130

~CLARISSA~

It was hard acting like I was okay with not being with Damon. But it had to be done.

I hate that he didn’t once try to fight for me. He didn’t tell me that he wanted me. He didn’t tell me what I wanted to hear.

I gasp when he gently cups my cheek in his hand, “I’m glad you’re safe, Clarissa.”

I nod and quietly move away from his touch before I caved and gave in to my feelings.

We both joined the others as they got ready for the funeral. A wedding and funeral are all on the same day; that’s the last thing I would have expected to happen on Damon’s wedding day.

The rest of the day wasn’t easy. We tried our best to comfort Willow, but in the end, nothing we did or said could make her feel better.

“I feel so sorry for her,” Autumn whispers. “Anya shouldn’t have left her this way. All she had to do was leave.”

“Her thirst for revenge was stronger than her love for her sister,” I suggest. “We gave her the option to live, but she chose to die trying to kill me.”

I’m sure Anya knew there wasn’t a chance for her to kill me, not with my entire family standing around me, waiting to protect me. Still, she chose to continue with her plan.

I never understood her. She could have gotten everything in life. Did she not want to be happy?

Autumn asked me as soon as we were

him a chance to speak,” I confess. “I didn’t want to hear another

wasn’t planning on apologizing to me. If he wasn’t going to apologize, what was he planning on

wanted to tell you,” Autumn

to tell me for

is it?”

right time to tell you since it seems like you’re ready to let go of Damon, but he was never going to marry Anya.” She

was in his suit. She was in a wedding dress. They were kissing passionately when I returned. How was he never going

wasn’t making

and explain to her

to stop the wedding? Was that what he wanted to tell

them anymore. I should have waited and listened to what he had to say before saying what was

were all lies. I just wanted to pretend that I was okay. I wanted to hurt him as he had done to me. I wanted him to drop to his knees and

least one of those things, but he never did. Instead,

I whisper. “What do you think

don’t want to make it easy for him. I

he wouldn’t keep me waiting long. I didn’t want to be the one to ask

a brow at us.

asks. “What did

private investigator to keep an eye on Anya.” He growls. “One

narrows her eyes, “I’m sorry, but weren’t you

have known that I could have helped you. I wouldn’t have dismissed your suspicions.” He tells her calmly, but