The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 213

Book 3 Chapter 49

~DANTE~

I had the pictures of Anya in my hands. Looking at her now, I didn’t think it would be so f*****g hard to let go of every single one.

Willow didn’t want me to store them somewhere else. I asked for some time, and it’s been a few days since that incident. Willow has been very distant with me, and part of me still worries that she’d heard me that night.

I knew she needed to hear it to understand that I couldn’t give her what she wanted. However, I never wanted to hurt her. f**k, I never wanted to hurt a sweet girl like Willow.

I wish it weren’t like this. I wish she was given a better life than this. After losing Anya, she shouldn’t have to feel the heartache that I’ve been giving to her since I married her.

How did I say goodbye to the only woman I’ve ever loved so that I could give her sister a better life?

My brothers were luckier than me. They could find love, and even though it wasn’t easy, they still had the women of their dreams in their lives.

I wasn’t that lucky.

I wanted to make Willow happy. I didn’t want to hurt her anymore. And this wasn’t because of Anya. I wanted to make her happy because she deserved to be happy.

I’ve never met anyone like her in my life. She didn’t deserve any of this. None of it was her fault. She got mixed up in the mess her sister and mother created. She was innocent. At least, I hoped she was. I didn’t want to trust her and then have her betray me just like Anya did. I wanted to believe that she was indeed nothing like her sister.

things she’s done. I’ve tried to hate her, damn it; I’ve tried so f*****g hard to hate her. Even now, I wanted to hate her to make this easier. However, I couldn’t; no matter

they would call me a fool for loving her after everything she’d done to

garbage bin in front of me. Maybe hating her would be easier if I

had seen that picture once. I remember feeling guilty when I caught her looking. I

wasn’t ready to get rid of that picture yet. It was the last one I had of Anya. I’d already deleted everything about her from my phone. None of it was easy

Anya out of

now cared about her feelings. I’ve always cared about her feelings, but it’s gotten worse. I couldn’t stand to see tears in her eyes, ever. Especially not tears caused

that out when he sees me walking back into the house after getting rid of something I thought

having a shitty day,” I

could do to help you?” He

always end up in an even

his shoulders, “I was just

“I know.”

should know your wife plans to go out with Clarissa and Autumn today. I don’t think they’re up to any

pause at his words, “Why would you say that?” I ask him.

never up to any good. They encouraged Willow to do things that drove me

didn’t.” He answers me, but I’m sure he’s lying. “But they’re going to Carter’s party later. His family’s infamous yearly party. You know the kind of s**t that goes down at that beach house. His

like that?” I demand. That didn’t sound like my brother