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?”

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

Anya? Why did I give her

It’s something that has always puzzled me. I knew I was under a damn spell at one point but that damn spell

forget her like my brothers had so easily

the picture.” I finally say. “It’s

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 or cared about you, but somehow she still has your heart.

“What the hell are you saying,

my eyes? What would it take

any of your questions! I’ve told you multiple times that I don’t have your answer. I keep searching for the answers, hoping to

husband still trapped in his past. I’m done, Dante. You can 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 marriage will be

me away now. She was giving up, and I didn’t want her to. I didn’t want her to give up on me. If she did, I don’t know how I

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

didn’t do something stupid to get myself killed. She’s the only