The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 285

~SCARLETT~

I touched my lips while I stared at my pink cheeks in the bathroom mirror.

My body was still tingling from head to toe. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

I kissed Carter. Technically, he kissed me, but I also kissed him back in front of hundreds of spectators. A part of me didn’t want the kiss to stop.

I grab my phone and stare at the video I was tagged in. Why did we look so perfect together? I always thought he looked perfect with Clara, but I was wrong. For some strange reason, we matched perfectly, at least while kissing. Any other time, I looked like a nerd who was trying her best to gain the attention of the most popular guy at school.

This was all Clara’s fault. She gave me a makeover, and I didn’t recognize myself anymore. She’d made me into someone who looked perfect next to Carter Prince.

I bit my lip and pressed my head against the mirror. I couldn’t even recognize myself anymore. I looked and felt like a different person.

I didn’t like feeling this way. Something felt wrong.

What was I doing to myself? Was it worth it?

Every bone in my body told me I was doing the wrong thing by listening to Clara. Her revenge blinded her. In the end, she would only get hurt.

I saw her face when Carter kissed me. She was hurt. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was in pain. Not once did Carter seem to care that she was next to us, either. His focus was entirely on me, and a part of me felt thrilled that I was the center of his attention.

I hated that I felt this way. It was wrong. So very wrong.

The only thing that kept me going was how Carter treated her after the breakup. He disrespected her in every way possible, and even I wanted him to pay for hurting her. But I wasn’t sure if this was the right way to do it, especially not after that kiss.

The door flew open suddenly, and I lifted my face from the mirror to find Clara with tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” We both ask each other at the same time.

“You go first.” I urge her. “Why are you crying?”

She sighs and hugs me. I froze for a second; Clara barely ever hugged me. This revenge plan of hers has us the closest we’ve ever been. This is another reason that made me want to continue with it.

“I saw pictures of Carter and I on my phone.” She confesses. “I thought he loved me, Scarlett. He treated me with love and respect. At least, I thought so. I was so shocked when I saw those pictures of him in another girl’s arms. I was so stupid for months; he had me fooled for a long time. I thought he was a good person; I did. I knew there were things that he wasn’t perfect at. He was never romantic or did the little things like open doors for me, but he always protected me. He was always there when I cried, and he never sat back and let anyone bully me. I can’t believe that all those memories were fake. I can’t believe that it’s all over for us.”

My heart squeezes at her words. She was still deeply in love with Carter despite everything he’d done. It hurts my heart.

How could I be so selfish and even, for a split second, be happy that Carter showed me some attention? What the hell was wrong with me? Clara mattered the most to me; I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her or betray her trust.

“I don’t believe it was all fake, Clara,” I whisper. “Maybe there are some things that we don’t fully know. Maybe he had a good reason for doing what he did.”

I searched for the right words, hoping to make her feel better. However, even I didn’t believe those words. If Carter cared about her, he wouldn’t have done what he did.

“I know you’re just saying that to make me feel better.” She pouts. “But thank you, Scarlett. After my breakup with Carter, I lost plenty of my close friends. I thought they would all support me, but instead, they showed their true colors. They were only ever around me because of Carter.”

“They were never your real friends.” I hiss.

I saw the way they all reacted when she was falling apart.

“You should be happy that you’re no longer surrounded by fake friends who never cared about you.”

She smiles, “My real friend was always you. You’re the only one that stuck with me through it all. You’re the only person I trust. Thank you, Scarlett. Thank you for being an amazing sister.”

Why did I suddenly feel so guilty? Why do I feel like I’m already betraying her?