The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 233

Book 3 Chapter 68

~WILLOW~

The desperation and fear in Dante’s eyes took me by surprise. I’ve never been more sure that I was in love with him than I am now. Seeing that look in his eyes made my heart feel like someone was squeezing it.

How did I say no to him when he looked at me like I was his only reason for staying alive? I could hear my own heart pounding louder than ever to his confession. It was the last thing I ever expected to hear Dante say to me.

I move closer and place my hand on his cheek, “okay.” I whisper. “I won’t give up on our marriage. I’ll keep fighting for you. I’ll keep fighting until you no longer feel the pain of losing my sister. I’ll keep fighting until you whisper my name in your sleep. I’ll keep fighting until I’m the only woman that you’ll ever need in your life. I’ll keep fighting Dante but I need you to fight back as well. I can’t keep fighting for this on my own. You need to help me from now on.”

I couldn’t believe I was the only reason that Dante wasn’t giving up on life. I couldn’t believe I was his motivation to keep fighting.

Hearing him admit that made everything feel so much better. My heart felt like it could finally beat again. This was all I needed from him. Just some proof that I meant something to him. I didn’t want to get it out of him in this way, but I was glad that he at least begged me to keep on fighting for him.

He picks the wallet up from the ground. He stares at Anya’s picture briefly before slowly removing it. I place my hand over his, stopping him.

“Don’t,” I whisper. “You don’t have to do this today. Do it when you’re ready. I’m sorry for rushing you into this, Dante. You lost someone important to you. No amount of time could help make the pain go away. I know this because Anya was someone close to me as well. Despite everything she’s done to you and your family, I still love her and would do anything to see her again.”

I gasped when Dante grabbed me and crushed me against his chest. He buries his face in my hair and whispers, “Thank you, Willow. Thank you for not giving up on me.”

I could do was hold onto him as tightly as I could. For the first time in our marriage, it felt like Dante needed

.

better, but we haven’t touched each other since. I’ve been giving him the time I knew he needed. I wasn’t trying to rush things anymore. I wasn’t trying to force

and get closer to him. But I realized this was the right thing

needed this

realized sooner how hard all of this was for him. I should have known that the pain I felt in my heart for my sister must be even worse for him. He never got closure from her death. She died with so many secrets. He never got a

know at

the kitchen. “I don’t know if Dante mentioned it to you

I nod, “he did.”

was surprised when he told me. He said that he wanted me to go with him, unlike the many other times when his family invited me to accompany

“I’ve noticed that the both of you seem to be in better moods recently. Did something

important, but I think we understand

we messed things up. Dante was so mad at us that we felt horrible. We’re not

back, “I know you didn’t have any bad intentions. I know that you and everyone else were only trying to bring us closer, and even though Dante was mad