The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 242

Book 3 Chapter 77

~DANTE~

I rush into my room, hoping to find something, anything that could help me find Willow. Maybe she went somewhere to cool her mind. But that wasn’t like her. She never went places by herself. She never left without anyone knowing where she was.

I rush over to the desk, and my eyes fall on a small object that makes my insides churn uncomfortably.

Her ring. She took it off.

I picked it up into my hand and held onto it tightly. This wasn’t f*****g happening. She wouldn’t leave me. Willow would never leave me. She promised to fight for this marriage. She promised me that she wouldn’t give up on me.

Her diary was next to it. I accused her once of writing spells in there. I gently took it into my hands and sat on the edge of the bed. I had to be seated for this. My knees felt weak.

I didn’t know where Willow went, but the fact that she left her ring meant that she wasn’t planning on coming back.

I take another look at her diary.

If she left it here, she must have wanted me to read it.

Please let there be something inside here to lead me to her.

The first three words hit my heart.

My dearest husband.

Her entire diary, was filled with letters to me. I swallow hard and f****d myself to keep reading even though my heart was begging me to stop.

My heart flutters whenever I’m

f**k.

feel a hundred

stop reading. Every word of hers felt like a f*****g d**g I couldn’t get enough of. I was holding onto

entire time.

She’d wanted me to kiss her. And

ritual that may or may not guarantee a long marriage to me. I’m not sorry for the feelings in my heart. I’m not

I always wanted to protect her. I married her too quickly. I should have healed from losing Anya before I made her my wife.

couldn’t just be a f*****g man. All I had to do was push my past behind me and

her heart. She’d given me a life I couldn’t even dream of having with her sister. And now, she’d taken that life with her. Without her,

to get her back. I had to find her and apologize. I had to tell her that even though I loved Anya, she was in the past. I had to promise her that I wouldn’t ever put her sister

would love her the way she deserved to

to keep reading. I had to hope that there was something in here to help

kept reading until I reached the last page. I could

I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone else. The happiest

my cheek, it was a reflection of

could lead me to her. She’d left me, and I had no clue where

I do this? Why did I ruin

leave behind anything?” Atticus asks as he rushes in

emotion. I was