The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 33

~AUTUMN~

I couldn’t believe Atticus had left me to go to Anya. I could never forgive him for this. He’s just proven that everything he’s said in the voice note was genuine. She would always come first. And I hated that I had to live with this for the rest of my life.

I already knew it was true, but to see him prove it on the same day I received the recording does not make any of this more manageable for me. Everything was changing for me in a split second. The image I had of Atticus in my head was slowly drifting away. Was the man of my dreams entirely made up? Was he indeed this horrible toward me?

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Gabriella asks me. “You can tell us if you need anything; we are here to help.”

“We are,” Lucy assured me. “The girls caught us up with everything you’re going through. We are here to help make it better. Anything you want, tell us.”

There was nothing they could do to help the pain that I felt in my heart to know that, yet again Atticus had left me stranded to ensure that Anya was okay.

Every second I’m reminded of the voice note Anya sent me and how true everything was. How could it not be true when it came from Atticus’s mouth? He hadn’t said those words to Anya to make her feel better about the marriage; he said it because it was the truth.

After everything, I still hate how worried I am about Anya despite everything she’s done to me recently. Part of me wanted to go with him and ensure she was okay. The other half that won reminded me that she hated me and was desperate to separate us from each other. To me, this was just another plan of hers to get Atticus to leave me and run to her. Why would she send me that voice note and then try to harm herself? It didn’t make any sense. The only thing that made sense was the truth, she only did it all to separate the both of us.

Why did I ever think that marrying Atticus would be a good idea? I wasn’t thinking clearly; I thought that being near him would help make me happy; I thought that it would be like living a dream because I would constantly be around the man I was in love with. I realize now how wrong I’d been to think that way.

For the rest of my life, I’ll have to be reminded that Atticus loved Anya. Every day I would have to live with this truth, and it’s something I can’t put myself through. If Anya weren’t around, things would have been so much easier for us, but she wasn’t about to allow us to be happy. She will always be around because of Damon and Dante.

What had I done? I’d ruined my whole life by agreeing to this marriage.

I couldn’t keep this up. I had to find a way to stop this, to stop myself from hurting. But I couldn’t just ignore my feelings. I wish there were an off switch, one that I could use whenever I was around my husband.

“You don’t look too good,” Maya says as she guides me to a chair. “Would you like some water to drink?”

I shook my head, “I’m good, thank you.”

“I can’t believe Atticus is such an ass!” Gabriella hissed. “How could he leave you here for her? Sometimes men do the shittiest things, and I don’t know how we ever forgive them because they don’t deserve us!”

Wasn’t that the truth? Men were always screwing us over and then expecting us to forgive them as if nothing happened. Did they not realize the pain they put us through?

“Wow,” Arthur says, pretending to be hurt by her words. “Remember, your anger is towards Atticus, not me. We’re good; he’s not, we are. I hope he doesn’t make things rough for me tonight.”

Maya laughs, “I’m sure she knows that, Arthur. Do not worry so much. You’re safe. We know where to direct our anger.”

“Of course, you can say that since you made up with Kane.” Gabriella teases her. “Talking about Kane, the man hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off you for the entire night. If you weren’t already pregnant, you would have been again by the night’s end.”

Maya blushes and hits her arm. Gabriella was only speaking the truth; Kane was mesmerized by Maya the entire night. The man was in love. Insanely in love with his mate.

“We’re straying from the main point, and that’s Autumn. Let’s do something fun to cheer her up.”

“I don’t think I’m up for anything,” I confess. “I just want to get back home.”

Not to Atticus, but I need a place to rest and forget that today ever happened. Maybe I could return to my parents for a day; I would make up a lie and hopefully they wouldn’t question why I wasn’t with Atticus.

“Please stay one night, and tomorrow, I promise we will get you back home early,” Gabriella begs. “We hate to see you like this. We at least want to make you smile once tonight; that’s all we’re asking for.”

I knew what I had to do. I kept making it easy for Atticus and pretending like whatever he did, didn’t affect me; all of that would change from today.

“I just have one thing I want to do,” I tell them. “Can you show me to the washroom?”

After following their directions, I shut the door to the bathroom.

I looked through my contacts on my phone and dialed the number when I found what I was looking for.

“Mrs. Fawn.”

“You can still call me Rivera, Peter,” I tell him.

He was our family’s lawyer. But he has always been kind and loyal to me. I trusted him; it’s the only reason why I called. Anyone else, I wouldn’t trust them to keep this a secret.

“What can I do for you?” He asks with a chuckle.

“I want you to prepare divorce papers for me,” I answer him.

There is a pause on the line, “you just got married. Are you sure this is what you want to do? Do your parents know what you’re up to?”

I exhale loudly, “No, they do not know this, Peter, that’s why I called you. You’re the only one I trust with something like this. I want those divorce papers by tomorrow morning.”

“I don’t understand. You know they can ruin my life if they find out I did this for you.” He reminds me.

out. This is not going

if I’m going to go through with this. I’m angry and not thinking logically. Maybe I’ll change my mind by tomorrow, but for now, I knew that I wanted those papers. And I planned

do things that your partner hated. I know this was a

putting him first,

. . . . .

~ATTICUS~

had brought Anya to. It was the safest hospital of our kind. We knew the owners well, and they’d given her one of

was happy that they did, I still cared for Anya, and she only harmed herself because of me. I felt guilty, like this was all

me. “How can we

Edwina,” I tell her. “What room number is

to the end of the first floor. It’s

in the direction she pointed to me. My heart drops when I spot the room, I’m scared of what would be waiting for me behind that door. I push open the door and rush inside. I scan the room for her or my brothers. Damon is the first person that I see, and he’s holding his head in frustration. He looks like he’s just been

the door closes,

he spots me. I squeeze his shoulder before moving toward the bed. Anya’s eyes are closed, and multiple machines are hooked up to her. It’s a terrifying sight to see. I never once thought that I would have

me; he knows I’m to blame for this. I try to speak to him, but he ignores me. I turn to Damon instead; at least he was the calmer

doing?” I ask

in time. This could have turned out differently for all of us. She might not have been here if I didn’t see her when she fell out of the boat. I was lucky to have been there at the right time. I

and I can’t imagine how much harder it must have been for him to have witnessed everything right in front of

this was not making this entire situation easy for me. It was making it a hell of a lot more difficult to handle my

treated her when she tried to hug me that night. I was so concerned about Autumn opening the door and seeing us that I didn’t recognize Anya’s cry for help.

but how did I not show up when something like this happened? She nearly died.

“Anya had written this for you before she

I wasn’t sure if this was something I wanted to read right now. The guilt was already eating me alive. I move away from him and lean against the

that you’ll be reading this after my passing. I know you may be wondering why I did what I did, but I’m doing this for both of us. I can’t stand the thought of seeing you with another woman; it’s even harder for me knowing that it’s Autumn. I’ve lost both my mate and my best friend at the same time. The pain is too much for me. I’m sorry for everyone that I know I’m going to hurt from my selfish actions tonight. I wanted you to know how much I love you. That’s why I’m doing this. I keep coming between you and Autumn, and I don’t want to do it anymore. It’s not my intention to separate the both of you. I can’t stop my actions sometimes, and it’s only because it’s hard for my body to accept you with her. I’m tired of trying to be

hold everything together. I walk over to her motionless body and kneel on the ground beside her. I gently held her hand in mine, “I’m so sorry, Anya. I’m so

does deserve better.” Dante snaps. “That’s why Damon and I will be by

own brother say something like that to me. Hurting Anya meant that I was also hurting both of

“Dante —”

all the things you said to her. You’re

felt. I didn’t know what the right thing to do anymore was—trying to push Anya away so that I could make my marriage with Autumn

thing turn into something so wrong? I was having a constant battle within myself. A part of me was crazy about

with Dante after today; I’ve never seen him this angry with me. I didn’t want today

me. “Did you leave her

reminder of where I left her didn’t make me feel better. I had screwed up my life in all possible ways to do so in just one night. Everyone was hurting because of me. It seemed I was the problem; I caused trouble wherever I went. Anya

She’s getting along well with the women there. Making new

making friends. People

simple as I’d made it seem. Anyone would realize that Autumn and I argued when I chose to come here

eye on her until she wakes up. It’s

not going anywhere,”

as well. “I can’t

going anywhere until they knew she was

. . . . . . .

regain consciousness. I’s been an entire night of torture for the three of us

slept, and we weren’t planning on getting any

last night to give me an update on how Autumn was doing; he didn’t get to say

was still pissed at me for leaving her yesterday. The more I thought about it, the more I got angry with myself for leaving her there. I should have insisted she’d come with me, f**k, I could have lifted her and taken her with me. Anything

and all three of us rush to the side of her. She blinks a couple of times before her eyes settle on the three of us before zeroing

scaring all of you and thinking about only myself. Please forgive me. I was wrong. I’m so

squeezed my heart, threatening it to explode. “Don’t apologize. I’m the one that needs to apologize for everything, Anya. I’ll be more careful now and choose words that don’t hurt you. I

and

brothers time alone with her. I knew she wanted me there, but I had plenty on my mind. Now that I knew she was out of danger, I couldn’t get Autumn out of my

chances for Autumn and me to have a good relationship after running out on her last night. She stayed back with people she barely

a vehicle sent back for her. Anything would have been better than just walking out on her like she was just some average person in my life. I kept messing things up in every

had to at least listen to what had her upset with me to know how to fix it. I knew I

the voice note begins to play, my blood runs cold. This couldn’t be what I thought it

it played, the more it was confirmed. This was everything I’d promised Anya on my wedding day.

in the room at the recording time. And I was sure that I

stoop so low to push Autumn and me further apart? How

walk back into the room, and Anya sits on the bed, eating. It’s just the two of us in here now. Damon and Dante left to get her some get-well presents. They were about

if she was the one that had sent this to Autumn. It would mean that she had evil intentions from the start. It can also prove that she was the one that posted that video of us from the engagement night. I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want

conflicted about what to

lost you for good, but this proves that you still care for

just to make sure you’re okay?”

you see it, Atticus? Can’t you see how happy you make me? No one else does this for me

coming here to see you, can you give me something

pauses, unsure of how to respond to that. I’m not one to ask her

that I can do

answer me truthfully,” I