The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 234

Book 3 Chapter 69

~DANTE~

She was so f*****g beautiful.

Keeping my hands off her would be so damn hard for the rest of the night.

How would I survive if I didn’t at least get on taste? But I knew one taste would only lead to something else.

Willow hasn’t tried seducing me since the wallet incident. I was happy that she was willing to still fight for our marriage even though I didn’t deserve her or her patience with me.

I’ve done nothing but give pain to Willow. None of the pain was intentional, but that didn’t make it any better.

When I thought back to the things I’d said and done, I knew that I was a lucky man to have her as my wife.

I often questioned Anya’s decision to force me to marry her sister, but for once, I was happy that she’d done so. I knew she did it for selfish reasons; I knew she was only thinking about herself and her family when she asked me to marry Willow. But that didn’t matter because she unknowingly gave me someone that made me want to keep living.

She’d done something for me without even realizing it. In the past, Anya has always done things to make my life more difficult. This was the first time she’d done something good. It just so happened that she did it for totally different reasons.

She gave me the one person that she cared about more than anyone else in this world.

I was foolish for ever seeing Willow as a burden. I was stupid for thinking that my marriage was some punishment. My eyes were finally opening, and I wish I’d seen these things much sooner. That way, I wouldn’t have hurt Willow on multiple occasions. Seeing the hurt in her eyes when she saw that picture of her sister still in my wallet was my undoing.

That look in her eyes still haunted me, as well as the hurt in her voice. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I wanted to find a way to make it up to her but I still had no clue what the hell I was doing.

Inviting her to this party and properly introducing her as my wife was my first step. I wanted everyone to know how important she was to me.

road. I was the reason for this. I’d hurt her with that picture of Anya in my wallet. And

that time, but part of me wanted her to return to the woman trying to

I ask her when

I could tell. She wasn’t talking, and she kept clutching her stomach. Why

don’t know.” She

I ask her gently. I had to know if we needed to get her in front of

notice her body turning pale or any of the signs I usually

me, Dante. I don’t know what it is,

the truck. I walked over

vehicles around; my brothers were already at

don’t know.”

cold hand against it. Usually,

opposite

my

“W-Willow?”

I don’t move, not even

know what’s happening!” She cries out as she lifts

for the second time and, this time, shoves it hard against her

“I

breasts and still

a strong scent hits my nose. It took my brain a few seconds to figure out what was