The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 267

Book 4 Chapter 2

~SCARLETT~

I couldn’t believe this. Carter has been cheating on my sister all this time? What the hell is wrong with him? She’s perfect in every way; she’s the best girlfriend any man would want. How on earth could he do this to her?

I couldn’t stand here and watch this like Clara’s so-called friends. We weren’t that close, but she was still my sister. I would not let some loser hurt her in front of hundreds of other students.

I push Amy out of my way and storm toward them. No one is paying any attention to me, but when have they ever done that? I was almost invisible, and even though I loved that about my life, I was finally stepping into the spotlight today to save my sister.

“How could you?” I hear Clara scream as I grow closer to them.

He doesn’t answer her; he gives her zero explanations.

“How many were there?” She demands from him. “Did you sleep with the entire school? How many were there, Carter? I thought you loved me. I foolishly trusted every word that came out of your filthy mouth. You’re a disgusting piece of s**t, and I hope you one day suffer like what you’re doing to me today.”

“I never tried hiding it from you. I’m a free man. I don’t have to worry about finding a mate. I want to live my life. I don’t plan on ever settling down.

since mates are the

an a*s to my sister because of it. His excuse was dumb, and he

like this; she’s always been one to compose herself, afraid of ruining her reputation. She must be in a lot of pain to do this out in the open

anymore to her reputation; she would regret

seeing him this close. It’s unfair that someone with such a dirty character is given so many good looks as well. Maybe that’s why his character is so poor: because of his eyes, he thinks he’s better than everyone else. He thinks that he can treat anyone in whatever way he wishes to because he knows that he will

stayed over for dinner with my parents, and we never said a word to each

he recognizes me; at least he knows I’m Clara’s younger sister. It would be a shame if he didn’t even know this small detail about her

sister. No one expected a bookworm like me to do something like that. I punched the most popular guy in our school, for crying out loud. Where did I find the

wince from the punch. Instead, he

a brow at me, and I feel like punching