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.

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.

feel a hundred

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

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

And the first time that I did, I was thinking of

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 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

always wanted to protect her. I

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

her heart. She’d given me a life I couldn’t even dream of having with her sister. And now,

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

I wouldn’t f*****g mess it up. I would love her

to keep reading. I

reading until I reached the last page. I

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

my cheek, it was a reflection of

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

did I do this? Why did I ruin the one good

Atticus asks as

emotion.