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. For the first time in our marriage, it felt like Dante needed me as much as I

. . .

room. Things have been 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

kiss and get closer to him. But I

needed this time for

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 proper explanation or apology from her for all

know at

tells me as she walks into the kitchen. “I don’t know if Dante mentioned it to

I nod, “he did.”

me. He said that he wanted me to go with

be in better moods recently. Did something happen that you’re not

I think we

all worried that we messed things up. Dante was so mad at us that we felt

were only trying to bring us closer, and even though Dante was mad at you, I’m sure he knows the truth