The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 211

Book 3 Chapter 47

~WILLOW~

Dante was sleeping next to me when I woke up the next day. I was still very heartbroken; it possibly even felt worse now that I wasn’t half asleep and wide awake.

I couldn’t believe I’d confessed my feelings for Dante, and instead of hearing something nice in return, I got the worst possible response.

I didn’t know how to face him anymore. Not after last night.

Things could never be the same between us again.

I hate how good he still looked to me. Even after breaking my heart without realizing it, Dante still looked like a masterpiece on the bed.

I took my diary out once more. It was where I could express my true feelings without the fear of someone finding out.

My dearest husband,

I always knew that you didn’t love me. Since the beginning, I’ve known that Anya was the only woman you would ever love. However, a small part of me always wished that there were some feelings for me in your heart. Last night you confirmed that you could never love me. Last night you admitted that there was no room for me in your heart. The hardest part is knowing that I can’t blame you for anything. I can’t force you to love me or even like me. My heart hurts, and there is no possible reason for me to tell you this. Admitting my feelings to you has only made things worse between us. Now I’m stuck with this horrible feeling in my chest—

“What are you doing?” Dante asks beside me.

I jump at his question. I didn’t expect him to wake up so quickly. He looked like he was in a deep sleep just a moment ago.

I quickly shut the book and shoved it into my suitcase. “Nothing.” I lie.

He runs a hand down his sleepy face and sits up against the bedhead.

“I saw you writing something.” He points out. “What was it?”

privacy?” I demand. “Sometimes I write in my

surprised

“A diary?” He asks.

“Yes.” I snap.

sleepy Dante look so hot?

“A diary?” he repeats.

stop asking questions

seen him look this curious about

for me.”

him. “What do you

I said, Willow. Read from it. I want

words. Those were my

I hiss. “It’s

I quickly got out and moved in front of him before he could get

asks me. “Are

eyes widen at his accusation. That’s why he was so

are you implying?”

been this upset with him. I’ve never thought about using any spells on him or his family. I wasn’t my sister. Besides,

Willow,” he growls. “You’re making my head spin,

laugh without humor, “are you accusing me of putting

accusing you of anything. I want to see what’s

a spell on you; you didn’t. Yet, the innocent sister, you’re so ready to accuse her of doing things that the woman you’re still in love with did. Congratulations Dante. I hope you’re happy. It’s up to you if you want to look at my diary or not. I will not stand in your way anymore,

out of the room and find

honeymoon night?” she

don’t get to answer her when Dante rushes out of