The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 24

“You haven’t moved for ten minutes.” Clarissa points out to me. “I can safely say you’re not taking the

news well.”

I didn’t think there was any other way to take news such as this one. I was in deep trouble. And there

was no way for me to escape it.

“I’m not sure what to do with that information,” I confess. “It’s not like I can back out now. We’re already

married, and I’m already on this yacht.”

One would think that I would be excited to see Atticus completely naked after being in love with him for

so long. But I wasn’t in the least; I was freaking out. This wasn’t the way I wanted it to happen. Though,

Atticus had seen plenty of me already, not completely naked but he saw more of me than I saw of him.

Are we allowed to keep our eyes closed throughout the entire thing? That may make it easier for me. I

wasn’t sure what was allowed for this tradition and what wasn’t. No one warned me of this before we

got married.

“I’m sure it’s going to be okay; you’re husband and wife now; eventually, you were both bound to see

each other naked. Now is your chance to get it over with.” She points out. “Besides, it’s only a matter of

time before our parents start asking for grandchildren. They will wait for you both to finish academy,

and then they’ll be harassing you every damn day.”

It was true. I could see my parents insisting that I get pregnant as soon as I finished school. And I can

see his parents being the same way. They were very similar in that way. Grandchildren were something

I’ve already heard my parents discuss multiple times before, and that was even before I had gotten

married or knew that I was marrying Atticus.

“Let’s get you into your dress,” Clarissa says as she brings out the long silky white dress laced with

silver patterns.

Unlike me, she had already gotten into an elegant but sexy green dress; she’d done that while I was

dormant for ten minutes. I did happen to notice in those few minutes how she made sure to hide the

tattoo from me, however, which only helped to confirm that my eyes hadn’t deceived me that one time I

saw it. I knew she wouldn’t be ready to confess that secret to me. We were only getting to know each

other. In the same way, I was not prepared to confess my feelings about Atticus to her either.

Clarissa helped to retouch my makeup after the dress was on me.

“Let’s make Atticus fall to his knees when he sees you tonight,” Clarissa says. “You look hot. He may

want to take you to the special spring earlier than midnight when he sees you.”

I gape at her, “Clarissa! That’s your brother you’re talking about!”

“Hey, step-brother. We’re not blood-related in any way.” She teases. “Besides, someone has to help

bring the two of you closer. While Anya keeps trying to pull you apart, I’ll be your guardian angel,

bringing you together.”

I smile, “I’m still so happy that you’re my sister-in-law.”

She laughs, “believe me, I’m so happy you’re mine and Anya didn’t take your place. I don’t think I could

survive living in the same house as her. I could barely stand being in the same room with her for more

than five minutes. I can’t imagine having her around all the time.”

I couldn’t imagine it either. The both of them would drive each other crazy. In many ways, it was better

that I had married Atticus. Now it was time for him to realize this as well. Everyone else seemed to

know it but him.

“Shall we go surprise everyone outside?” Clarissa asks as she extends her hand.

I smile and accept her invitation, “we shall.”

When we got outside, we caught the attention of many guests, but they weren’t the ones we wanted

attention from. The first thing I notice is Atticus standing too close to Anya for my comfort. I’m not sure

if he went to her first or if she did. Either way, I’m upset. I wanted to see his reaction to my dress.

Instead, I have to watch his reaction to having Anya by his side and not me.

I know everyone kept telling me that Anya made him unhappy, but if she did, why was he always by her

side? Why stay with someone that kept hurting you?

The answer was simple; people tolerated anything for the one that they loved. No one knew that more

than I did.

Jealousy is overcoming every other emotion that I feel. I don’t think I’ve ever felt it this strongly before.

Maybe it’s because I’ve always known they were together in the past, and I knew how wrong it was to

feel jealous. I never allowed myself to give in to jealousy in the past because of this exact reason.

This time was different; Atticus was my husband, not hers. They’re supposed to be keeping a certain

distance from each other. But no one seems to care that he’s now a married man. If anything, Anya is

closer to him than ever.

Everyone was already gossiping so much about the three of us. They were not helping our situation by

being that close in front of so many people. But this was what Anya wanted all along; she was getting

her way.

Clarissa senses my anger, and she gently rubs my shoulder, “don’t let her get to you. She’s doing this

to hurt you. You can beat her at her own game. You’re the one that Atticus married, not her. Someone

just needs to remind her of this little fact.”

She pulls me along with her but stops halfway when she spots Damon. Their eyes met, and I noticed

how her entire demeanor changed. While Clarissa seemed to be nervous, Damon looked like he was

annoyed. And I’m sure I saw him checking her out from head to toe. I think it isn’t a one-sided crush;

Damon must also have some feelings for her.

But how was that possible? His mate was Anya. He’s not supposed to have feelings for anyone else

but her. Maybe it wasn’t the kind of emotion I was thinking of. I’m probably reading too much into it like I

usually did.

I soon forget about those two when Anya leans into Atticus and openly starts flirting with him. I close

my eyes and exhale slowly.

Deep breaths, Autumn. Don’t let her get to you. Don’t let her ruin what’s supposed to be a special night

for you.

“I’m going to have a word with Damon,” Clarissa informs me. “He looks angry. I want to know what’s

wrong.”

I nod, “I’ll be right here.”

“Don’t you want to confront Atticus and take him away from Anya?” She asks.

I shook my head, “I shouldn’t have to confront him for him to know that he’s doing something wrong. He

should realize it on his own.”

She nods in understanding, “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere. We can deal with Anya when I

return.”

I didn’t want to have anything to do with her tonight. I’ve already tried my best to rekindle our friendship,

but she was doing too much now.

I fake a laugh, “there isn’t anywhere I could go except in the ocean, and since I’m terrified of the water,

I’ll be right here waiting for you.”

Jumping into the ocean didn’t sound like such a bad idea after today.

I watch as Clarissa leaves to join them. Damon watches her like a hawk, and I can tell they’re about to

argue. Both sides look pissed at each other.

My eyes are drawn back to the man I married today. I wanted to go to him but not when Anya was

there. I didn’t want to hurt myself anymore. I’ve gone through this so many times in the past before;

Anya and Atticus openly flirting while he was totally oblivious to my feelings for him.

I turned around; I didn’t want to see more of them. I’ve seen enough already for today.

I let the wind caress my hair and take a moment to enjoy the beauty of the ocean. While the water has

always terrified me, I’ve never let that take away from its beauty.

“Autumn!” A familiar voice shouts my name. I look behind me to see Scarlett and Clara. They’re the last

people I was expecting to see here tonight, but it doesn’t mean I wasn’t delighted that they were here. I

shouldn’t have been surprised; their family was also filthy rich. Of course, the Fawns would include

them tonight.

“Congratulations on your wedding!” They scream as they pull me in for a hug. “We’re so happy for you.”

I happily return their hug.

“But we have noticed Anya all up in your husband’s space. She needs a reality check.” Scarlett points

out. “If you want, I’ll give it to her.”

“There is no need for any of that,” I assure her.

“And here he comes,” Clara warns me.

Here who comes?

I follow her gaze, and to my surprise, Atticus has just joined us. “Autumn.” He greets me. He pauses

when he sees my dress. His gaze lingers on it for a few seconds, setting my body on fire. “Do you want

to join us? We’re at the front of the yacht.”

I knew where they were; I saw him at the front with Anya too close to his side.

“She’s good here with us.” Scarlett steps in.

“Right,” Atticus says in not the happiest tone. “Aren’t you the one that let her get drunk that night at the

beach? I think you were drunk as well.”

Scarlett gives him a thumbs up, “at least you have a good memory. Hopefully, you remember that

you’re married to Autumn and not Anya.”

His jaw clenches, “are you coming with me?” He asks as he returns his attention to me. It was pretty

evident that these two were not getting along. Scarlett didn’t look like someone who kept quiet; she

spoke her mind.

I looked between my new friends and Atticus; I knew the answer before I even began to speak.

“I’ll come in a bit.” I finally respond.

He doesn’t look pleased with my response, but he doesn’t try to convince me again. My answer would

have been different if I was the one that had held his attention since we got onto the yacht, but that was

far from what was happening.