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.

filled 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 could tell you how I truly feel. I wish that

f**k.

this made me feel a hundred times

reading. Every word of hers felt like a f*****g d**g I

been dreaming about since I 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 f****d onto you. Still, my heart doesn’t know how to forget your lips on mine. And I don’t think it’s

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

for something you weren’t ready to give me. I’m sorry for telling you I think I’m in love with you. I’m sorry for making everything so much harder for you. I’m sorry you were f****d to marry me by my sister. I’m sorry you were f****d to do a ritual that may or may not guarantee a long marriage to me. I’m not sorry for the feelings in my heart. I’m

and moved it to the side of me. I couldn’t keep reading. The guilt inside of me was increasing with each page that I turned. I never wanted to hurt Willow. I always wanted to protect her.

because I couldn’t just be a f*****g man. All I had to do was push my

couldn’t even dream of having with her sister. And now, she’d taken that life with her. Without her, I was

even though I loved Anya, she was in the past. I had to promise her that I wouldn’t ever put her sister above her ever

f*****g mess it up. I would love her the way

find her, I had to keep reading. I had to hope that there

the last page. I could feel my

love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone else. The happiest moments of my life were spent with

cheek, it was a reflection

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

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

anything?” Atticus asks as he rushes in

I say with no emotion.