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?”

her. It was a question many had asked me before, but

did I give her my

somewhat good to me, it was all a pretense. It’s something that has always puzzled me. I

forget her

getting rid of the

The only person you care about is Anya, and she’s not even here. She never loved or cared about you, but somehow she still has your heart. I hope you

at her words. “What the hell are

said?” She demands. “I’m tired of waiting. It hurts too much, Dante. Can’t you see that? Can’t you see the pain in my eyes? What would it take for you to accept me, Dante? How

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 here yet, Willow. Please try

continue the rest of your life grieving for someone that never loved you, and I’ll pretend that I’m okay with it. That’s how our

giving up, and I didn’t want her to. I didn’t want her to give up on me.

over. The only reason I’m still here is Willow. I didn’t

do something stupid to get myself killed. She’s the only reason I