The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 238

Chapter 238

Book 3 Chapter 73

~WILLOW~

My lips are parted, and my hands are clutching my chest. It’s just as I had expected. He regretted everything that happened last night.

I could hardly breathe. I held onto the wall for support, but I felt like my heart couldn’t take the pain.

Nothing has ever hurt this much, not even losing my sister. Nothing should ever hurt this much but it did, I was falling apart. I only had a few seconds before I crashed.

Dante’s words had just completely shattered my heart. I turned to run away when I accidentally knocked down the vase next to me. My eyes widened; if he walked outside, he would see me. Then he would know that I’d heard him.

I didn’t want him to know. I didn’t want him to see what he’d done to me. If he did, he would try to apologize and I didn’t want his f****d apology. I ran as fast as I could, and I didn’t stop until I reached his room. I quickly shut the door behind me.

I climbed onto the bed and pretended I was asleep when I heard his footsteps. He was running; maybe he’d seen me. I still hoped that I was fast enough.

My eyes were tightly shut when the door flew open. I could hear his loud breathing and knew that he was most likely panicking.

“Willow?”

I open my eyes and see him right above me. His eyes are searching my face for answers. He was trying hard to find out if I’d heard him without asking me.

He couldn’t hide the worry from his eyes. I could see right through him.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him.

He looks around the room; I’m unsure what he’s searching for.

you leave the room just now?” He

brow, “leave the

“were

immediately. “No. Did

His eyes widen, “no.”

to relax a little now that he believes me. It’s also possible that he’s still trying

best to hold everything inside of me. It was hard. I wanted to cry and scream. I wanted to blame him for everything, but I couldn’t. He made it clear multiple times that his heart belonged to my sister. He made it clear

always hoped that Dante would learn to love me.

leave the room?” He asked me for the

a smile on my face, “I’m

neck and looks around the room nervously. “How

It feels like you took a knife and stabbed

as I

“is there anything you want to

craving something.” I lie. “A

brow at me,

something my mother always read to me when I was younger. It’s called ‘The lost girl.’ Can you get

wanted an excuse to

“is there anything

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