The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 34

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 34

~ATTICUS~

“Autumn. Do you f*****g hear yourself?” This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

I was fuming both on the inside and the out. I hated the idea of Autumn getting to know any other man but me. Why would she even propose such an idea to me? Why did she think I would ever agree to something like this?

“Our lives are already tied together. Marriage is not a f*****g joke. Every second we spent in that spring was meaningful; it was a ritual meant to tie us together for life.” I growl. “Why are you talking about divorce like it’s nothing?”

Did all of that mean nothing to her?

“It was a joke to you, Atticus. The spring was a joke to you. Marriage is a joke to you, or you wouldn’t treat me as you did since I said I do. I’m not the one that disrespected you every step of the way. That was all you. You’re the one that lets everyone say the worst things about our relationship. Have you seen the articles? The most recent one has a lot to say about you rushing to the hospital without me after Anya almost drowned. You should take some time to read it. That’s not the only one. There are hundreds of them that speak the truth about your relationship with me and your relationship with her. I might as well hand over the recording to them; I’m sure they will have a wonderful time playing it for the whole world to hear. Maybe Anya has already done that, and they’re just waiting for the right opportunity to post it for everyone to listen to it. You bring embarrassment to our marriage; why should I want to stay married to you?”

Her words cut through me like a f*****g knife. Since when has Autumn ever been this brutal?

I know I messed up; I knew when I found out that Anya had sent her that recording. I didn’t realize that she could stoop that low; if I’d listened to that recording before Damon had called me with the news, I would have never left Autumn there. I would have known better. I understood now why Autumn didn’t want to come with me to visit Anya.

Anya had already done something this horrible to hurt her; Autumn had every reason not to want to see her. Did this mean that Anya had lied about the incident where she’d slapped Autumn? Was I foolish for believing her then as well?

“I’m not doing these things to hurt you, Autumn. I swear I’m only doing it because I feel guilty for hurting Anya. She’d been through a lot since we agreed to marry each other, and I felt sorry for her. I’m sorry I keep doing things that lead to articles like those, but I promise I’m not trying to hurt you. I thought you wouldn’t be this affected by it; I’ve known all along that you don’t have feelings for me, and that’s why I didn’t think it would be this bad if I chose to protect Anya. I didn’t think being there for Anya would affect you this badly since I knew you also cared about her. But now I realize how wrong I’ve been. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Autumn, for everything. If I had known from the beginning, this would not have happened. I would not have been so stupid.”

“You don’t mean it.” She snaps. “Your apology lacks any sincerity Atticus. I thought I knew you; you were someone I could trust blindly. Now I know that as long as Anya is in our lives, I can never trust you. I had this perfect picture of you in my head; now I realize how wrong I’ve been all this time. I didn’t know the real you. Anya knows the real you, and maybe that’s why she knows what to do to get you running to her. I can’t keep living like this. I want a divorce, I want my freedom away from the both of you, and I want you to give that to me.”

A perfect picture of me in her head? I never even knew that Autumn paid that much attention to me, to begin with. To hear that I’d damaged the image of myself in her mind makes this so much more painful for me.

Her words are fueling something dark inside of me. It’s eating my control away, grasping onto my sanity. No one has ever been able to make me feel like this; no one has made me lose my control by just talking. Autumn was teaching me every single day about my own body.

I hated that I had disappointed her; what had I done? She trusted me; she thought I was better than this, and I’d proven her wrong time and time again. She was gentle and patient with me, and instead of protecting her, I did the exact opposite. I hurt her without even realizing it.

How did I make this better? How did I prevent her from trying to get a divorce? I didn’t want one; I was sure of it.

“Please, take a second to think about what you’re asking from me, Autumn. At least wait a day before you decide what you truly want.” I beg.

I couldn’t believe that I’d reached the point of begging her to stop this.

I was still fighting the darkness inside of me that threatened to break free at the thought of losing her because of my stupidity. I knew that leaving her yesterday was the wrong move from the moment I saw the look of betrayal in her eyes; I knew that I would have to pay for that one mistake, and yet I still took the risk. This was my fault. I was paying for my stupid decisions. What hurts more is knowing that I’d done this for Anya only to discover that she’d secretly recorded us.

She narrows her eyes; I miss her kindness; I miss the way she always stared at me with passion in her eyes. Now all I could see was hurt and disappointment.

“I know what I want, Atticus.” She snaps. “I’ve already signed the paper; all I need is your signature for it to be official.”

Had she already signed it? That easily? Without a second thought?

“You already signed it?” I ask in a dangerously low tone.

“Yes.” She hissed.

I grabbed the paper from her hand and ripped it into a few pieces, ensuring there was no way to piece it back together.

“What the hell are you doing?” She demands as she steps toward me, staring at the pieces of paper on the floor.

I grab her waist and push her onto the bed with me.

“Atticus!” She gasps. “What are you doing?”

I don’t know what’s happening. I have no control over my body. I’ve never felt this possessive over another woman in my life. I wanted to keep her.

She was mine. f*****g mine. I didn’t want anyone ever to have her.

I grabbed her hands and held them high above her head as I hovered over her. Our gazes lock, and we’re both breathing hard. How is she this f*****g beautiful? I’ve never seen a woman that could take my breath away as she can. Her beauty is out of this damn world, and I meant that. Even now, when she’s pissed at me, she’s still the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.

“Let go of me.” She shouts.

I hate those words. Letting go of her was not a part of my plan.

“Never,” I growl.

Before we can figure out my next move, my mouth is on her neck.

She gasps, and I love the sound she makes when I touch her. She tasted so good, and it wasn’t enough as I began to suck on her skin. I wanted more. More. So much more of her.

“Atticus!” She gasps; I love the way my name chimes from her mouth. It makes me want to do things to her irresistible body just so that I could hear her say it some more.

When her hands tighten on my hair, I get the urge to go on. To do what I wanted to from the beginning.

She cried out as my teeth pierced her skin. I tasted blood first and swallowed all of it, connecting us, bonding us, joining our minds and soul. I can feel my d**k growing, ready to join us in another way.

f**k. The desire to take her was intense. I had to stop this before I did something else that we both regretted.

I knew she wasn’t prepared for that and so I pulled away before I could give in to what it wanted.

I look down at her sprawled out on my bed with my mark fresh on her neck. It was f*****g beautiful seeing it there. Made just for her. Pride filled my chest as I realized what I’d just done. I always thought that marking Anya would make me feel complete, but I was f*****g wrong. It was Autumn who’d done it for me.

“Now you’re f*****g mine.”