The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 231

Book 3 Chapter 67

~DANTE~

I’d screwed up. f*****g big time. Willow was visibly upset. I’d done this to her by keeping that picture of Anya in my wallet. I’d gotten rid of everything except that picture, and the longer I held onto it, the more I hurt Willow.

Why was I so f*****g dumb when it came to things like this? I should have known that Willow would eventually want to look for that picture in my wallet.

Damn me.

Why did I keep screwing things up? Why couldn’t I do something right for once?

She still believed that I was denying her only because of Anya. She still thought that I didn’t want her. She still didn’t realize that if she let me, I would f**k her in every single part of the room. No matter how many times I explained this to Willow, she would still believe that I was pushing her away because I only wanted Anya.

I didn’t make it better by leaving that picture in my wallet, either. Now I didn’t know how to make things easier for her to trust me.

“Willow,” I whisper as I try to take a step closer to her. When she moves away from me, I felt it straight in my chest. I didn’t like it when she pulled away from me. She never did before. She always let me come closer to her.

“Why did you love my sister so much?” She demands. “What did she ever do to make you happy?”

closer to her. It was a question many had asked me before, but hearing it from Willow’s mouth had

I love Anya? Why did I give her my heart without

a pretense. It’s something that has always puzzled me. I knew I was under a

not fair. Why couldn’t I forget her like my brothers had

on getting rid of the picture.”

snaps. “I’m tired of the lies. You don’t have to lie anymore to ‘protect’ me. I should have never listened to your family. I should have trusted my gut. You don’t care for me; you don’t even like me a little. The only person you care about is Anya, and she’s not even here. She never loved

words. “What the hell are you saying,

my eyes? What would it take for you to accept me, Dante? How long

of your questions! I’ve told you multiple times that I don’t have your answer. I keep searching for the answers, hoping to give you one, but I don’t have one. They’re not

still trapped in his past. I’m done, Dante. You can continue the rest of your life grieving for someone

up, and I didn’t want her

thought my life was over. The only reason I’m still here

was the only reason I didn’t do something stupid to get myself