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 could tell you how I truly feel. I wish that

f**k.

this made me feel

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,

thinking of her the entire time. I do not blame

the strength 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

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 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

never wanted to hurt Willow. I always wanted to protect her. I married her too quickly. I should have healed

I had to do was push my past behind me and focus on my present life with

with

I had to find her and apologize. I had to tell her that even though I loved Anya, she was in the past.

mess it up. I would love her the way she deserved to be

more. If I wanted to find her, I had to keep reading. I had to hope that there was something in

last page. I could feel my

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

roll down my cheek, it was a reflection of what I felt

my chest; nothing here could lead me to her.

I ruin the

she leave behind anything?” Atticus asks as he

gone,” I say with no emotion. I was about