Whispers Of Betrayal (Anastasia and Alastor)

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She found herself grappling with a sense of impending doom, unsure about her next steps or how to approach her inevitable demise.

If she weren’t grappling with her illness and still had a long road ahead, Anastasia might have easily requested a divorce from Alastor without any hesitation. What was more, she would have willingly granted him the opportunity to be with his lover forever.

Unfortunately, she was approaching death.

As a result, she refused to allow herself to be deceived by Alastor any longer. She couldn’t tolerate the underhanded provocations from a woman lacking in morals.

Nevertheless, she had no intention of seeking vengeance on Alastor through any dishonorable means.

The most painful way to hurt someone was to strike where it hurt the most.

This sentiment was particularly true when dealing with individuals like Alastor and Felicia. In the end, it seemed fitting to reciprocate in kind the pain they had inflicted upon her.

That night. Anastasia took an unprecedented step and uploaded a post on Instagram. The caption read: [Beneath the vast expanse of the star–studded sky lies an immense ocean. I love the sea breeze, and I love you.]

The photo that she uploaded was one of herself and Alastor holding hands on the beach.

While her feet sank into the soft sand, Anastasia silently counted her steps, contemplating how much time would pass before Felicia grew irritated and reached out to Alastor in a fit of anger.

It only took ten steps. Anastasia only walked for ten steps before Alastor’s phone rang.

Sure enough, the caller was none other than Felicia.

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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“You agreed to make it up to me today. Can’t you take a break from work?” Anastasia never acted cute to Alastor, but today,

she did.

that Alastor was momentarily stunned After that,

aback. She lowered

chun, lowering his head to kiss

mundane, and this was the first time Anastasia

even forgot to

for the second time, Anastasia deliberately asked, ‘Is it something important?”

his phone, frowned, and replied. “It’s nothing. It’s

he said. Anastasia smirked sarcastically and mused. “Will he also say that my phone calls are from an irrelevant person when he’s in Felicia’s bed?

risk

He had also built a reputation as a good man and husband. If Alastor wanted a

sensed the threat and hence was eager to engage in a battle of wits with Anastasia, hoping to push her

time to indulge in this futile

was dying, and her life

you love me?” Anastasia asked

it over Anastasia.

answered that

wife was not necessarily a lover.

hold of Alastor, sent a text message to Anastasia’s WhatsApp, causing her phone to emit

chime.

Her message read: [Get

confusion evident in her expression. “Alastor, Felicia is your secretary, correct?

head to the car to make the call,” Alastor responded with a furrowed brow His demeanor shifted slightly upon hearing

nodded and sat quietly on the

Alastor spoke to Felicia on the phone. Anastasia did not know what they talked

windier. Let’s go back”

trying to appear even more

contrast to Felicia’s arrogance, hoping that

explained. “The company has some urgent matters, so I’ll have

response. Anastasia tenderly embraced Alastor. “Work is important, but don’t push yourself too hard. I’ll prepare a delicious meal and send it to you tomorro

responded. He wanted to refuse, but Anastasia’s sensibility and gentleness left

maintained a serene silence, her gaze