The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 209

Book 3 Chapter 45

~WILLOW~

Dante is fuming when he storms inside the beach house with me right behind him.

“Look who’s finally back!” Atticus announces as he spots us first.

“Father!” Dante shouts. “Mother!”

Both his parents turn to look at us.

“Is something wrong?” His mother asks. “Did something happen? Did you not complete the ritual?”

Of course, that’s the first thing everyone will be concerned about. The ritual. Thankfully, it was

complete.

“Can someone explain to me why there was a f*****g photographer waiting to get pictures of Willow

and me returning from the spring?” he demands as he throws the broken camera onto the ground.

His father walks towards us, “Did you get rid of the footage?” he demands.

“Of course I did.” Dante roars. “That ritual was supposed to be something private between Willow and

me. How could you send someone to take pictures of us?”

“He didn’t take pictures of you in the spring.” His mother tries to explain. “He was only supposed to take

pictures of the both of you returning together.”

“I can’t believe this.” Dante spat angrily. “Forcing me wn.com to complete this ritual wasn’t

enough? You had to send a photographer to let the entire f*****g world know what we’d just done?”

I gasp. Dante looks at me when he realizes what I’ve just heard.

I don’t wait to hear anything else as I rush up the stairs and away from everyone else. I could hear his

parents scolding him for saying that in front of me, but I didn’t wait to hear more of their argument.

After everything that happened tonight, hearing Dante say that he was f****d to complete the ritual with

me was the last thing I wanted to hear.

He was f****d. f****d.

And I didn’t help by forcing him to look at me tonight. I was worse than his parents.

I angrily pulled the robe out of my body and changed into a nightgown.

I grabbed my diary from the suitcase and pulled out a pen along with it.

My dearest husband,

Today I’m sorry. I’m sorry for asking 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. However, 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. And I’m not sorry that I’ll dream of

today for the rest of my life. . .

A knock on the door forces me to put the diary away. I wasn’t sure if bringing it with me was a good

idea, but now I knew I needed it. Leaving little messages for him in my diary made me feel much better,

even though I knew he would never get the chance to read it in this life.

When I open the door, I’m surprised to see Dante wn.com right before me. I didn’t expect him to

come after me.

Did he feel sorry for me? I didn’t want his sympathy.

“Willow, I’m sorry.” He apologizes. “I was angry with my parents. I wasn’t thinking properly. I didn’t

mean to say what I said.”

“You don’t need to apologize, Dante,” I assure him. “You can’t control the way you feel. You weren’t

thinking, but you said exactly what was in your heart. You were f****d into all of this. It’s not new to me.

We all knew that you were f****d into everything.”

“Still,” he tries to say. “I would never intentionally say something to hurt you. I mean it when I say I

wasn’t thinking. I willingly got into that water with you tonight. No one put a g*n to my head and f****d

me into it.”

I knew he was only trying to make me feel better. However, I didn’t want him to go through all of that

trouble for me. I can handle the truth. It was hard to stomach but I rather his honesty than his lies. As

long as he wasn’t mentioning his love for Anya, I would be okay.

“Dante, I’m sorry about everything.” I apologize. “Tonight, I went too far. You made it quite clear that my

sister was the love of your life and still is. Yet, I insisted that you do things for me that I should have

never asked for. I’m sorry if I made tonight difficult for you.”

Dante looks horrified by my words. Would he not accept my apology?

He steps into our room, and I take one step back.

“Willow.” He says softly. “Tonight is the last thing you need to be apologizing for. Again, no one f****d

me to do anything.”

“Stop lying, for my sake!” I exclaim. “You didn’t want to do it. You made that very clear to me at first.

You said it would make you feel guilty, yet I still begged you to do it for me.”

Dante grabs my face roughly in his hands, forcing me to look directly into his eyes. “Listen to me,

Willow. Just listen. Let me talk. Do not apologize for something that wasn’t your fault. We had a ritual to

do. I think we both got a little carried away because of it. You said some things, and I did some things.

But you don’t need to apologize for any of it.”

“But—”

“What I did tonight, you couldn’t have possibly f****d me to do it.” He cuts me off. “Do you understand

that? So please, let’s forget it. Let’s forget everything that wn.com happened and return to how

things were between us.”

Forget everything that happened?

How could I possibly do that?

I confessed my love for him! How was I supposed to act like things were normal between us when it

never was, to begin with?