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.

with concern I’ve never seen before. My heart flutters whenever I’m reminded of how worried you were about me. I wish that one day I

f**k.

this made me feel a hundred times

and held my breath. I couldn’t stop reading. Every word of hers felt like a f*****g d**g I couldn’t get enough of. I was holding onto each word, hoping

married you. However, I felt hurt when you said my sister’s name. You were thinking of her the entire time. I do not blame you; I know you love her, and our marriage was

to continue. She’d wanted me to kiss her. And the first time that I did, I was thinking of Anya. What the f**k was wrong with

may not guarantee a long marriage to me. I’m not sorry for the feelings in my heart. I’m not sorry for loving someone like you. I’m not sorry that even though my sister didn’t love you, I still do. I’m not sorry that I got to experience such pleasures with your tongue. I’m not sorry that my taste is still in your mouth. I’m not sorry that I’ll go to sleep smelling like you tonight. I’m not sorry that I’ll dream of today

inside of me was increasing with each page that I turned. I never wanted to hurt Willow. I always wanted to protect her. I married her too quickly. I should have healed from losing Anya before I made her

man. All I had to do

having with her sister. And now, she’d taken that life with her. Without her, I was left with nothing

in the past. I had to promise her that I wouldn’t ever put her sister above

would

to find her, I had to keep reading. I had to hope that there was something in here

until I reached the last page. I could feel my heartbeat increase with each

read this, please know that I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone else. The

a reflection of what I felt inside. I was slowly

nothing here could lead me to her. She’d left me, and I had no clue where to

I do this? Why did I ruin the one good thing in my

Atticus asks as he

I say with no emotion.